I’ve forgotten I made them all, these trolls destroying of my peace with their noise and nonsense, these harpies clawing at my heart with their worry and fear.
Read MoreOne of the challenges of being an artist is learning how to accept other people’s appreciation with integrity.
Read MoreWhether people are talking about me or my stories, I sense that they’re really talking about themselves.
Read MoreIt’s good to start with an empty page on the calendar, a time uncluttered by celebration and ritual.
Read MoreNo matter how long it’s been since my last meal, if I’m writing, I’m never hungry.
Read MoreYou couldn’t put snow on your Christmas list.
Read MoreI drove home filled with things I hadn’t said or wished I’d said, filled with essays I knew I would write.
Read MoreJudgment is imprisonment and kindness is freedom.
Read MoreThe only thing that teaches is experience.
Read MoreSaying nothing taught me more about acceptance than all the laughs and agreement I’d ever shared
Read MoreIt was far easier than the problem had once seemed difficult – impossible even.
Read MoreI become distracted by how much attention other people are getting for what they’ve made.
Read MoreHow many people read your book will affect certain experiences you have after you finished the story, but it will not change your relationship to that story.
Read MoreI forget sometimes I’m a storyteller, and start believing I’m a character stuck in some horrible play filled with bullies and dullards.
Read MoreTo give the gift of a story I had to receive it first.
Read MoreI was accustomed to loving books written by people I wouldn’t or, in many cases, couldn’t meet.
Read MoreThe moment the hero grabs an axe and stands his ground, it’s not a horror story any more.
Read MoreEventually you accept the cycle of creation.
Read MoreLove is never rejected, but the myriad forms it takes will never please everyone.
Read MoreEven the most disciplined writer can find himself daydreaming of how fabulous his life might be when he gets that book done.
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