The important question has nothing to do with whether the talk in your story is sacred or profane; the only question is how it rings on the page and in your ear. If you expect it to ring true, then you must talk yourself. Even more important, you must shut up and listen to others talk.

He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.

Talent renders the whole idea of rehearsal meaningless; when you find something at which you are talented, you do it (whatever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes are ready to fall out of your head. Even when no one is listening (or reading or watching), every outing is a bravura performance, because you as the creator are happy. Perhaps even ecstatic.

There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.

where the world ends is where you must begin

I don't really map anything out. I just let it happen [while writing]. But once it happens, it's always there. If it's laid, it's played. If I get to page 300 and it's not working, I junk it.

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.