And yet, wasn't the terrific thing about stories the fact that they joined readers together, that they made people realize they were not alone in their hopes, dreams, and fears?

...every writer I had ever known wrote his best work when he had his back up against the wall and thought he would never write another word.

Isn’t that why all writers write? To inspire their readers?

Every criminal would be an artist if he had the talent, and every artist would become a criminal if he had the guts.

...there was a certain comfort in surrender.

I remembered that Beethoven's symphonies had sometimes been given names... they should have call [the Fifth] the Vampire, because it simply refused to lie down and die.

My wish for you is that your life will always be filled with an abundance of love, joy, and wonderful, amazing moments.

Knowledge has a materiality, not unlike the materiality of a ladder, that can be used to gain access to places and worlds that were previously unimaginable.

Who am I?, the artist asks. And he devotes his whole life to finding out.

The City. Can't you hear it? People. Machines. Even thoughts so thick your bones feel it and your ear almost catches it.

The only and dearest relationship is the mind's relationship with itself.

Every time you enter a space, you are on public display. Nothing is private.

Life is all about finding challenges for yourself that you want to try to achieve.

Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.

I had several different bosses during the early years of 'Dilbert.' They were all pretty sure I was mocking someone else.