“Are you ready for me to read?” I took her outstretched cup and placed it on the bedside table.“I was ready ten minutes ago. If you wait any longer I’ll have time to write a novel meself.”

“I want you Layla. And if I have to wait ten years for you to be ready I will. We can take this as slow as you want and there’s no pressure. I just want to be with you”

“It's a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you're ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.”

“You’re not imposing on me. I don’t mind.”“I’d really rather not bother you. Really. I’ll just see you tonight.”“Get dressed. Be ready. I’ll be there in ten.”With that, he hangs up, giving me no choice in the matter.”

“What I like most about reading is I can read in minutes what it took the author hours to write. What I like most about writing is readers can read in minutes what it took me seconds to write.”

“Sometimes people say to me, “I want to write, but I have five kids, a full-time job, a wife who beats me, a tremendous debt to my parents,” and so on.I say to them, “There is no excuse. If you want to write, write. This is your life. You are responsible for it. You will not live forever. Don’t wait. Make the time now, even if it is ten minutes once a week.”