I look over my old books, happiest when I find a line it seems I could not have written.
What is more yours than what always holds you back?
Only half of writing is saying what you mean. The other half is preventing people from reading what they expected you to mean.
Hope is a door left unlatched in a high wind banging and banging itself to pieces.
It is by now proverbial that every proverb has its opposite. For every Time is money there is a Stop and smell the roses. When someone says You never stand in the same river twice someone else has already replied There is nothing new under the sun. In the mind's arithmetic, 1 plus -1 equals 2. Truths are not quantities but scripts: Become for a moment the mind in which this is true.
