Every book I’ve read appears in my writing.

We are the daily bread of forlorn lovers, of all who want to believe in love; they cannot live without a taste.

Tell me once more about the eternal surf.

Every moment offers a great opportunity to write.

It is upon such stones that men attempt to permanently etch history so they will not exist in a vacuum; it is the final statement after a lifetime of scratching out divisions upon the ground, over ephemeral time itself, merely to give their short journeys meaning, to tell others “I was here – do not forget me, do not let my brief blast dissolve into nothingness.

...writing allows us to reposition ourselves so we can see what is otherwise in our mental blind spots or those things about oneself and the world that we neither can see nor understand from the spot where we stand.

I would rather die of love than let love die.

...ugly interlopers threaten to choke off your story, depriving it of much-needed nutrition, sunlight and water. Identify and cut those weeds – the life-sucking adverbs, the shade-killing descriptions that don’t move the story forward, the crowding passive voice sentences.

There’s really only one good writing habit: You must write constantly.

My ideas are a shapeless mass that my writing molds into beauty.