In an age of rust, she comes up stainless steel

Every adult grew from a kid who beat the odds. But at different times, in different places, the odds have been appallingly steep.

She faces him, trying to take a breath that's long and level, trying to pull all the slopping emotions back inside so he won't see them in her face.

Because the bag is full of colours - starbursts and wheels and whorls of dazzling brightness that are as fine and complex in their structures as the branch is, only much more symmetrical. Flowers.

She's in the club. The hopelessly-outnumbered-and-surrounded-by-monsters club.

No amount of expertly choreographed PR could prevail, in the end, against Armageddon. It strolled over the barricades and took its pleasure.

Self-denial is painful for a moment but very agreeable in the end.

I don't look to the negative people because the only people who ever tell you that you can't do something are the ones who haven't done it themselves... the ones who failed.

Filming is like a long air journey: there's so much hanging around and boredom that they keep giving you food.

If you give people a good enough 'why', they will always figure out the 'how'.

You either have it or you don't. You play your horn just like you sing a song or a hymn. If it's in your heart, you express yourself in the tune.

Writers' communities are very helpful to writers because it gives them a way to try out their stuff short of publication.

In a world where routine production is footloose...competitive advantage lies not in one-time breakthroughs but in continual improvements. Stable technologies get away.

Get Out of Your Mind and Into Your Life.

If you don't run, you rust.

You become what you behold.