The road to hell is paved with adverbs.

If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.

Because things like this you can only ssay once. And you either get it wrong or right, it's the end either way, because it's too hard to ever try to say again.

The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.

I can't understand why people use religion to hurt each other when there's already so much pain in the world.

Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.

If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There's no way around these two things that I'm aware of, no shortcut.