Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.

I think I became [writer] despite myself - tricking myself into it, really.

A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it.

All stories have a curious and even dangerous power. They are manifestations of truth -- yours and mine. And truth is all at once the most wonderful yet terrifying thing in the world, which makes it nearly impossible to handle. It is such a great responsibility that it's best not to tell a story at all unless you know you can do it right. You must be very careful, or without knowing it you can change the world.

Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other.

Withhold a smile only when the smile can hurt someone. Otherwise, let it bloom forth in a riot.

I love to fool my readers, but in a good way. If you've read any of my work, there's a good chance that at some point I surprised you.