He carried a pencil that put a camera to shame. - E.B. White

No one can write decently who is distrustful of the reader's intelligence, or whose attitude is patronizing.

I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.

...all his thoughts were of how lucky he was to inhabit such a beautiful earth, how lucky he had been to solve his problems with music, and how pleasant it was to look forward to another night of sleep and another day tomorrow, and the fresh morning, and the light that returns with the day.