I take really good care of myself. I promised myself long ago that I would never miss a hunting season, never poison my sacred temple with drugs, alcohol, tobacco or bad food.
You can say anything, anything, if it is beautifully said.
You write your first novel with the desperation of the damned. You're afraid that you'll never write anything else, ever again.
Freedom: both so priceless and so expensive.
The love between a writer and a reader is never celebrated.
Love is not feeling, child, nor even the passion of lovers, which always seeks only its own gratification. It is the act of caring, of giving, the act of protecting the weak, the helpless, the imprisoned and the desperate. Love is the hand raised in defence. You cannot love and keep your hands clean.
We sometimes forget that we are God-beings, and that the intent of the Creator was for us to enjoy this thing called Life!
If you just take one foot in front of the other without any protection, you may end up falling off the fence.
I have finally realized that, you know, it's not a given that my lifespan will accommodate my writing aspirations.
I saw more stupid people in graduate school and three decades in academia than I ever did who ran 100 acres without going broke.