As infants, our first victory comes in grasping some bit of the world, usually our mother's fingers. Later we discover that the world, and the things of the world, are grasping us, and have been all along.

Battles that last five minutes spawn legends that live a thousand years.

I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.

Just remember that Dumbo didn't need the feather; the magic was in him.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.

Writers must be fair and remember even bad guys (most of them, anyway) see themselves as good—they are the heroes of their own lives. Giving them a fair chance as characters can create some interesting shades of gray—and shades of gray are also a part of life.