Writing a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind.

Wonder. Go on and wonder.

Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.

The writer has three sources: imagination, observation, and experience

When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever.

Who gathers the withered rose?

Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.