Writing is mainly perspiration, not inspiration.

The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village.

Give us strength, oh Lord, to let our children starve.

Do you know what breakfast cereal is made of? It's made of all those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners!

We make realities out of our dreams and dreams out of our realities. We are the dreamers of the dream.

Eschew all those beastly adjectives.

When you're writing, it's rather like going on a very long walk