Some of this book—perhaps too much—has been about how I learned to do it. Much of it has been about how you can do it better. The rest of it—and perhaps the best of it—is a permission slip: you can, you should, and if you're brave enough to start, you will. Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.

Time is a keyhole.... We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do--the wind that blows through the keyhole--is the breath of all the living universe.

He found himself still with too many questions and not enough answers.

"Am I weird?" "Yeah. But so what? Everybody's weird."

I believe most people are essentially good. I know that I am. It's you I'm not entirely sure of.

We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.

It was as hysterical as a woman having a hot flash.