“When your dawn theater sounds to clear your sinuses: don't delay. Jump. Those voices may be gone before you hit the shower to align your wits.Speed is everything. The 90-mph dash to your machine is a sure cure for life rampant and death most real.Make haste to live.Oh, God, yes.Live. And write. With great haste.”

“Write until your fingers break. It may be the cure for everything.”

“When everything is at risk, good judgment, not haste, makes the difference between life and death. Panic is the enemy.”

“You may be 38 years old, as I happen to be. And one day, some great opportunity stands before you and calls you to stand up for some great principle, some great issue, some great cause. And you refuse to do it because you are afraid…. You refuse to do it because you want to live longer…. You’re afraid that you will lose your job, or you are afraid that you will be criticized or that you will lose your popularity, or you’re afraid that somebody will stab you, or shoot at you or bomb your house; so you refuse to take the stand.Well, you may go on and live until you are 90, but you’re just as dead at 38 as you would be at 90. And the cessation of breathing in your life is but the belated announcement of an earlier death of the spirit.”

“You only delay your death."Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies.”

“Q: When is the perfect time? A: Who can say, but probably somewhere between haste and delay - and it's usually most wise to start today.”