Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You should be having fun with it.

How to feel your way toward something honest, hidden under the trapdoor on the top of your skull.

I’ve often been accused of being too emotional and sentimental, but I believe in honest sentiment, and the need to purge ourselves at certain times, which is ancient. Men would live at least five or six more years and not have ulcers if they could cry better.

I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

Don’t let people interfere with you. Boot ’em out, turn off the phone, hide away, get it done. If you carry a short story over to the next day you may overnight intellectualize something about it and try to make it too fancy, try to please someone.

There's no use going to school unless your final destination is the library.

Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.