I'm not making an enemy; I'm keepin' one.

If I can get it down on paper without puking all over the word processor, then as far as I'm concerned, it's fit to see the light of day.

It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.

For every mother who ever cursed God for her child dead in the road, for every father who ever cursed the man who sent him away from the factory with no job, for every child who was ever born to pain and asked why, this is the answer. Our lives are like these things I build. Sometimes they fall down for a reason, sometimes they fall down for no reason at all.

A person can go along quite awhile if they get a good day every once and again.

Write what you like, then imbue it with life and make it unique by blending in your own personal knowledge of life, friendship, relationships, sex, and work. Especially work. People love to read about work. God knows why, but they do.

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.