“BELostOn a painted skyWhere the clouds are hungFor the poet's eyeYou may find himIf you may find himThereOn a distant shoreBy the wings of dreamsThrough an open doorYou may know himIf you may”

“If you only write when inspired, you may be a fairly decent poet, but you'll never be a novelist.”

“Beauty reflected in a pool may be a little blurred, but it can be as beautiful in its own way as the original.”

“Writing may or may not be your salvation; it might or might not be your destiny. But that does not matter. What matters right now are the words, one after another. Find the next word. Write it down.”

“I am," I saidTo no one thereAn no one heard at allNot even the chair"I am," I cried"I am," said IAnd I am lost, and I can't even say whyLeavin' me lonely still”

“And each one there has one thing shared;They have sweated beneath the same sun,Look up in wonder at the same moon,And wept when it was all done,For being done too soon.”

“One way to explain the complexity and unpredictability of historical systems, despite their ultimate determinacy, is to note that long chains of causation may separate final effects from ultimate causes lying outside the domain of that field of science.”