The way I played music there was the way I wanted to farm, chop wood, cook, make love, raise children. Everything. A lot of it had to do with things I felt while I played. If only I could feel that...

In his autobiography, Stravinsky relates that the first music he remembers was made by a peasant, working his hand in his armpit to produce a rhythmic farting.

My ideas aren't afraid of height.

Entire universes flourish in my mind. Sometimes I get lost in there.

If Satan succeeds in blinding your mind, he has succeeded in arresting you because anything that can stop you from believing can stop your future.

Being creative is not being afraid of being lost.

It is a beautiful gift to be a creator.

I've received two key pieces of advice in regard to my books. The first is, You should lay off the f - bombs. The other is, You should add more f - bombs.

Science begs literature to develop wings.

We pledge to fight 'blue-sky thinking' wherever we find it. Life would be dull if we had to look up at cloudless monotony day after day.

If you can invest all your time into giving birth to a quality product, the whole world will celebrate you and everyone will be in need of your product.

Life is a story, until I awake and saw life as a dream.

Dawn is a friend of the muses, even if they aren't awake to appreciate it.

Well, they each seem to do one thing well enough, but fail to realize that literature depends on doing several things well at the same time.

Fear is felt by writers at every level. Anxiety accompanies the first word they put on paper and the last.

Stop talking about it and just WRITE!

I get annoyed when a self-indulgent writer just shows off what he knows but doesn't really tell a story. To me, storytelling is first a craft. Then if you're lucky, it becomes an art form. But first,...

"What's so great about writing?" "You can make anything true."

Fueled by my inspiration, I ran across the room to steal the cup of coffee the bookshelf had taken prisoner. Lapping the black watery brew like a hyena, I tossed the empty cup aside. I then returned...

When I write after dark the shades of evening scatter their purple through my prose.

Only write a story that only you can write.

I spoke fire, laughed smoke, and madness spilled forth from my inspiration.

Good novels are written by people who are not frightened.

The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.

The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.

You can't blame a writer for what the characters say.

Dear, I can't write, it's all a fantasy: a kind of circling obsession.

The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly.

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.

Hands can cook, hands can create, hands can kill. There is no better tool than our hands.