I thought something and then it happened.
Read MoreI feel as though I’ve spent my life trying to describe that space where writing begins, for without it, no story would ever be told, no song ever composed.
Read MoreThe force and velocity of that desire had focused his attention so completely that what we call craft arrived to serve it.
Read MoreOur greatest challenge is to allow what’s within us to find its form.
Read MoreI’m not my ideas, nor all the knowledge I’ve accumulated.
Read MoreWhat we call genius is an expression of our curiosity indulged.
Read MoreSomething in me snapped.
Read MoreYou know you can’t actually quit what’s right for you.
Read MoreIt’s hard to write stories that contradict your own life.
Read MoreWe were all glad to be rid of him, but I sensed he had sucked the life out of that theater
Read MoreIt is the pain of doubting that tells me I needn’t doubt.
Read MoreAs writers, we get lost when we forget where to look for our stories.
Read MoreI cannot see my own path, and this feeling of not knowing, of doubting such a path even exists, leads me to look to other people who seem certain of their life.
Read MoreMy mind was free to remember other things that lay far beneath the noise of a useless calendar.
Read MoreThe ideas that come to us that need crafting do not belong to us anymore the than draft day hopes belong to camera operators.
Read MoreI’d known it so naturally and intuitively, that I didn’t even know I knew it.
Read MoreAn idea arrived that interested the artist and their only ambition was to complete that idea.
Read MoreHow long are you allowed not to know before you think not knowing is a problem?
Read MoreIt is not my job, nor anyone’s job, to belong anywhere.
Read MoreI have wondered how many of the threats I’ve feared in my life were like those roller coasters.
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