“We don’t know the days that will change our lives. Probably just as well.”

Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.

The past is obdurate.

To write is human, to edit is divine.

No one ever does live happily ever after, but we leave the children to find that out for themselves.

Hurt’s a reason to change, but all the hurt in the world don’t change facts.

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.

The road to hell is paved with adverbs.

When all else fails, give up and go to the library.

Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open.

It’s hard to let go. Even when what you’re holding onto is full of thorns, it’s hard to let go. Maybe especially then.

When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.

Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it’s too late.