Some Things Arrive In Their Own Mysterious

I Work Continuously Within The Shadow Of Failure. For Every Novel That Makes It To My Publisher's Desk, There Are At Least Five Or Six That Died On The Way. And Even With The Ones I Do Finish, I Think Of All The Ways They Might Have Been Better.

The More You Respect And Focus On The Singular And The Strange, The More You Become Aware Of The Universal And Infinite.

The Best Antidote I Have Found Is To Yearn For Something. As Long As You Yearn, You Can't Congeal: There Is A Forward Motion To Yearning.

Learning When 'enough Is Enough' Is The Discipline Of A Lifetime.

The Act Of Longing For Something Will Always Be More Intense Than The Requiting Of It.