I look out over my life and see a million question marks with only a few definitive exclamation points. I'm living for the next exclamation.
It's okay to fail. It does not make you forever a failure. In fact, there are no failures really. Only human beings doing the best they can.
And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.
A writing day is like any other day. Except I live in my pajamas, I forget to eat, and I suddenly look up, wondering when day turned into night.
That moment you realize you are doing the right thing for the wrong reasons and the wrong thing for the right reasons.
You know you are a writer when characters inside your brain keep demanding, 'This is my story! Now tell it or I will never leave you alone!
My stories are my children. Some are sweet infants that I coddle and care for. Others are old enough now, they need to damn well get a job!
As you near a finish line, do not slow down. Instead, run faster. Give all you have left until it is done. It is then that you may collapse.
Treat your entire audience with the same level of care.
It doesn't matter if you have a lot or a little money. It's what you do with it that determines its power.
No' seems such a flimsy and inadequate little word to express how very little interest I have in hearing you rambling on about that particular topic.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
One common cause of this mistake of preferring to imagine and admire a great ideal instead of beginning to do little deeds is our impatience with little baby steps, our lack of humility.
We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.
You get a little moody sometimes but I think that's because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.
You. You are standing in your own way. And that means whatever it is scares you. It won't forever...but take your time. Nothing good was ever rushed.
Do you love her?' she asked him. 'Always have,' he said. 'Then why in the world would you leave her alone?
Little things make the big things happen
I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.
I remember as a little girl I could tell you the name of the dog next door, but I couldn't tell you the names of the kids. The dog was my best friend. I love animals. They give so much to you and demand so little.
A smoke, a book, a cup of coffee. These are the little things that get us through this sometimes weary world and all the rainy days.
