Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open.
This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit.
All you imagined, no matter how wild it might seem, was no more than a disguised version of what you already knew.
Little by little, writers develop their own styles, each as unique as a fingerprint.
You discarded most of the lies along the way but held on to the one that said life mattered.
I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us weยดre still alive.