No greater love hath a man than he lay down his life for his brother. Not for millions, not for glory, not for fame. For one person, in the dark wher… - J. Michael Straczynski

He showed me that words can do more than tell stories, they can heal, and as long as you live inside the dignity of what you write, no one can take that away that what matters most. Those who hate you can kill you, but they cannot destroy you or the ideals that matter to you. To be decent writer you had to give yourself over to the power of words and a love of storytelling. (203)

What am I supposed to do without you?” “Live. That’s all. Just live.” “I don’t know if I know how.” “You’ll figure it out,” I said, and curled up against him. There were two hours left before four o’clock. And in those two hours, we lived a lifetime.

Art is progressive; the more you do it, the better you get. I defy anyone to write fifteen short stories and not have story #15 be at least marginally better than story #1. It’s simply not possible. Setting a date-certain for surrender often results in giving up just as you’re starting to get good at your craft.