Let me say it again: You must not come lightly to the blank page.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

I know life is hard$$$ I think everyone knows that in their hearts$$$ but why does it have to be cruel$$$ as well? Why does it have to bite?

The soil of a mans heart is stonier; a man grows what he can and tends it.

When you write a book$$$ you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you're done$$$ you have to step back and look at the forest.

If you intend to write as truthfully as you can$$$ your days as a member of polite society are numbered.

For men$$$ I think$$$ love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.

Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn't a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.

I'm a slow reader$$$ but I usually get through seventy or eighty books a year$$$ most fiction. I don't read in order to study the craft; I read because I like to read.

I've said it before$$$ and I'll say it again. When you find something at which you have talent$$$ you do that thing (what ever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes pop out of your head.