I cannot imagine life without books any more than I can imagine life without breathing.

Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.

This is for writers yet to be published who think the uphill climb will never end. Keep believing. This is also for published writers grown jaded by the process. Remember how lucky you are.

The muse whispers to you when she chooses, and you can't tell her to come back later, because you quickly learn in this business that she might not come back at all.

If you do not hear music in your words, you have put too much thought into your writing and not enough heart.

We live out our lives as we are meant to live them-with some choice, with some chance, but mostly as a result of the persons we are.

Growing up, I didn't have a lot of toys, and personal entertainment depended on individual ingenuity and imagination - think up a story and go live it for an afternoon.

We forget that what matters begins with the imagination.

Fear is a fire to temper courage and resolve. Use it so.

We must nurture and love, if life is to have any real meaning. But First we must find a way to survive against the things that prevent us from doing so.

Why pretend to be something you're not? If you have to be someone, be someone no one else is.

Christians walk as strangers in the world: They are untamed. They are free. To persevere with love, yet untamed by man, is often what leaves that open space for divine revelation when God so wills.

What is written is merely the dregs of experience.

Live The Life That You Love

I have all these great genes, but they're recessive. That's the problem here.

Writing is a lonely business.

Mozart is a garden, Schubert is a forest in light and shade, but Beethoven is a mountain range.

Tesla burns cash. It's not a car company, it's a cult of fanatics who think Elon Musk can do no wrong. But financially, it doesn't work.

Remember the street car cannot turn out.

Didn't we, like our grandchildren, begin with a childhood we thought would never end? Now, all of a sudden, I'm older than my parents were when I thought they were old.

A racially integrated community is a chronological term timed from the entrance of the first black family to the exit of the last white family.