Writers get ideas all day every day. The FedEx guy delivers a package from Sears and the writer is thinking how it could actually be a ticking time bomb.

Believe in yourself and start achieving your dream. It waits for you on the other side of the publish button.

Honesty makes stories real and characters memorable. From there, taking them to where they need to go will be all the development they need.

You have to put yourself out there as a writer, you can’t play it safe.

Kids are flat-out freaking hilarious if you are paying attention. Not just my kid, but every kid.

Open your soul and put it out there and dare the world to read it, ready to have them stomp on you and laugh, but ready to do it again the next day.

The best part of being a writer is you get to tell people you’re a writer. That’s still considered cool.

Who do I think would appreciate my book?I’m surprised anybody does. Oops, did I say that out loud?

I wasn’t a class clown, because nuns have no sense of humor. They have rulers.

It’s amazing how my mind opens up right when I have to run on the treadmill. I’ve finished three chapters rather than run a mile.

I usually end have one outrageous minor character. He or she says the stuff I wish I had said in real life. Readers will love that character.

Unhappy people do the oddest, most terrible things, just trying to keep despair at bay. All you have to do is accept them...go around them...take evasive action.

The benefit of appearing so young is I'm constantly underestimated

Embrace the change you desperately need. Tear down your walls and show gratitude for little things.

Sometimes, you don't realize what you have until you wake up and go 'Damn.'

I had almost rewritten all of the display code for windows, and that was when I gave up.

The only reason race matters is because of racism.

Don't learn safety by accident.

I always have a full-length mirror next to the camera when I'm doing publicity stills. That way, I know how I look.

And the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.

Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction * * * I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience.