Put your ass where your heart wants to be.

I was keenly conscious of the comrades-in-arms who had fallen with me. A bond surpassing by a hundredfold that which I had known in life bound me to them. I felt a sense of inexpressible relief and realized that I had feared, more than death, separation from them. I apprehended that excruciating war survivor's torment, the sense of isolation and self-betrayal experienced by those who had elected to cling yet to breath when their comrades had let loose their grip.

The best and only thing that one artist can do for another is to serve as an example and an inspiration.

The amateur believes he must first overcome his fear; then he can do his work. The professional knows that fear can never be overcome. He knows there is no such thing as a fearless warrior or a dread-free artist.

It’s not the writing part that’s hard. What’s hard is sitting down to write.

Slay that dragon once, and he will never have power over you again.

Go tell the Spartans, stranger passing by, that here obedient to their laws we lie.