Wolves have no kings.

Do you not see how strange and wonderful that is? That all history balances on an affair of the human heart?

When both my editors say 'This is really bad, you need to change this,' I ignore that at my peril.

Ah, Beloved. Of all the things I must bid farewell to, you are the most difficult to lose. Forgive me that I have avoided you. Better, perhaps, that we make a space between us and become accustomed to it before fate forces that upon us.

Don't listen to people who tell you that very few people get published and you won't be one of them. Don't listen to your friend who says you are better that Tolkien and don't have to try any more. Keep writing, keep faith in the idea that you have unique stories to tell, and tell them.

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

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.