A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.
Stephen KingThin clouds form, and the shadows lengthen out. They have no breadth, as summer shadows have; there are no leaves on the trees or fat clouds in the sky to make them thick. They are gaunt, mean shadows that bite the ground like teeth. As the sun nears the horizon, its benevolent yellow begins to deepen, to become infected, until it glares an angry inflamed orange. It throws a variegated glow over the horizon.
Stephen KingYou learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.
Stephen King