Relief spilled into me. He wanted to live. He just didn't know how.
If someone sends you a love letter you've got to answer back.
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
You knew the sweetness of now, now, TONIGHT! who cares for tomorrow, tomorrow is nothing, yesterday is over and done, tonight live, tonight!
Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You should be having fun with it.
Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.
Stuff your eyes with wonder.
What a fine line there is between artistry and insanity. There's no formula for it, and I think a lot of people when they're around you - even those closest to you - when you're in that whirl of creativity and you're grabbing those things out of the air, there's no rational process.
Writers themselves don't analyze what they do; to analyze would be to look down while crossing a canyon on a tightrope.
When you get money you're always a target because there's always somebody who needs money out there.
I beg young people to travel. If you don't have a passport, get one. . . . . . . . . the re are lessons that you can't get out of a book that are waiting for you at the other end of that flight. A lot of people - Americans and Europeans - come back and go, "ohhhhh. " And the lightbulb goes on.