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.
Steven PressfieldWe feed it [Resistance] with power by our fear of it. Master that fear and we conquer Resistance.
Steven PressfieldYou are a writer when you tell yourself you are. No one else's opinion matters. Screw them. You are when you say you are.
Steven PressfieldIt’s better to be in the arena, getting stomped by the bull, than to be up in the stands or out in the parking lot.
Steven Pressfield