Write a thousand words a day and in three years you'll be a writer!

You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.

Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.

Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things.

Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.

I know you've heard it a thousand times before. But it's true - hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don't love something, then don't do it.

Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

Write a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.

Oh, I have always been proud, I always wanted all or nothing! You see it was just because I am not one who will accept half a happiness, but always wanted all

Paranormal. It rolls off the tongue with such poetry but it means something like, beyond normal. There is nothing paranormal about magic. Magic is the norm. —Penny SweeneyMagic All Around

Once you become complacent and once you're happy with your performance or whatever it is, I don't think you'll get better as quickly.

I kind of got into music in middle school, although at the time I didn't know it as punk music so much as just rock music.

What you will be in your next life is the sum total of the realizations that you have had in this lifetime.

I actually do believe in life after death.

What surprises me about getting older is that I remain so young.

The progress of the Way seems retreating.

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

I shall cheerfully bear the reproach of having descended below the dignity of history.