Eventually, I, like everyone else, was going to have to learn how to let go of the shore once and for all
Read MoreAny monkey with a pencil could write a story, but a song was like a magic spell, and I was no magician.
Read MoreI just needed to tell someone, I thought. Come clean about what happens to me when I start sniffing status and money and fame, how I want to know where I rank on all fronts.
Read MoreI had nightmares of my own, I thought, and I didn’t like them. Why would I want to travel through Alice Cooper’s?
Read MoreWriting has taught me I will find what I want quickest within myself.
Read MoreIt is tempting to write with this idea of immortality in mind, thinking that if future strangers are still whispering your name in libraries and classrooms you will somehow avoid what is often seen as the travesty of death.
Read MoreSometimes the story I most want to tell feels so close to how I think and talk and see the world that it’s hard to imagine that story inhabiting anyone’s imagination but my own.
Read MoreIf you want to write, if you want to make something that wasn’t there yesterday, you’ll have to accept that the future is no place to find your safety.
Read MoreWithout interest, nothing happens. It’s the fuel that runs every creative engine.
Read MoreThe heat of that which has not healed burns so strong it can drive a story on its fire alone.
Read MoreEvery time I begin to find that story, every time I catch the first interesting glimpse of its tail, I grow up a little bit more.
Read MoreTherein lies the source of most disagreements: everyone’s taking a different route to the same place.
Read MoreThough I would not ask for hopelessness, I must acknowledge its value in my work.
Read MoreIf I’m writing about my life, I’m really writing about life itself, the thing I’m living in, the thing I’m a part of – the whole of creation, really.
Read MoreMy son explained to me one day, “Michael knows all the answers.” All, it turns, except one.
Read MorePeople have said plenty of unkind things to me in my life, particularly about my work. Yet the things these people said only “hurt” when I believed them.
Read MoreWriters start stories, and readers finish them.
Read MoreIn my desperation to feel better, I forgot that all momentum begins in stillness.
Read MoreAll my stories end the same, you see: I’m fine. I have no other ending.
Read MoreYou have to believe more in what you want than what you don’t, believe more in love than fear.
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