“Get busy living or get busy dying.”

A short story is a different thing altogether – a short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger.

Optimism is a perfectly legitimate response to failure.

Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.

Love isn’t soft, like the poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God’s creatures.

A coward judges all he sees by what he is.

True sorrow is as rare as true love.

Some things were better lost than found.

You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.

The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor.

Fiction is the truth inside the lie.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Don’t give me what I ask for, give me what I need.

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common.

Friends. They aren’t any such thing as good friend or bad friend. Maybe there are just friend.

When we get too caught up in the busyness of the world, we lose connection with one another – and ourselves.

I tell myself I can’t have off days.

Man has always to be busy with his thoughts if anything is to be accomplished.

Hold me closer tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway. Lay me down in sheets of linen, you had a busy day today.

A busy life is a wasted life.

Great peace is found in little busy-ness.

To be busy with material affairs is the best preservative against reflection, fears, doubts, all these things which stand in the way of achievement. I suppose a fellow proposing to cut his throat would experience a sort of relief while occupied in stropping his razor carefully.

What they need is a little immorality in their lives. Then they wouldn’t be so busy looking for it in other people’s.