Writers really do that. We weep over our characters. We are saddened sometimes for days when we say goodbye to a world or a character. They do become our best friends. I've probably spent more time with them over the past 22, 24 years than I have spent with most of the real members of my family.

When considering a man's motives, remember you must not measure his wheat with your bushel. He may not be using the same standard at all.

When you cut pieces out of the truth to avoid looking like a fool you end up looking like a moron instead.

I feared my own kind more than anything the natural world could ever threaten me with.

How different would our perception of reality be if... we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?

Start writing sooner. Don't wait for permission. Don't hesitate.

But a living is not a life.