You will not read voice on the page; you will hear it in your head.

Storytelling is the art of unfolding knowledge in a way that makes each piece contribute to a larger truth.

Voice really depends on the answer to the question, Who is telling this story? . . . That will color your diction-and determine your metaphors, your sensibility.

You have to roll up your sleeves and be a stonecutter before you can become a sculptor - command of craft always precedes art: apprentice, journeyman, master.

The simplest tool of the writer is repetition. . . . The simplest tool of the writer is repetition.

It's not enough simply to record the way people actually talk. The dialogue must be concentrated, shaped, dramatically moving, in a way that real-life conversation seldom is.

We create an interior 'movie' in the reader's head through words on the page.

For the big stuff to work credibly, you've got to get the little stuff absolutely right.

The only way to write a novel is to proceed as if you had all the time in the world.

It takes some strength to fight. It takes greater strength to choose not to fight.

Let us love and respect each other as a friend, not stranger.

I have lost my smile, but don't worry.The dandelion has it.

Why do you still feel the need to punish yourself for something that was out of your control?

I know plenty of hyper-intelligent metal people, but at the same time, there's this dumbass, hardheaded, macho attitude associated with it. For younger people, it's like a succubus.

Self-help books for women are part of a multibillion-dollar industry, sensitively attuned to our insecurities and our purses.

Rock became an incredible commercial success, people just became bored with serious music, and it was forgotten.

First of all, I am not an expert on matters on different economic systems, but in my normal social intercourse with my friends we discussed matters like that.

I'm African American / I'm African / I'm black as the moon.

The best way to become a mentally tough runner is to believe that you're a mentally tough runner

Tho' you're tired and weary Still journey on, till you come to your happy abode, Where all you love you've been dreaming of Will be there, at the end of the road.