#Writer

"Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves."

"I think I’m mouth blind and that’s why all food tastes bland. The only things that have any flavor are the words I love you."

"Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken."

"Writers are creatures of habit, as are humans, but writers aren’t necessarily human, are they?"

"I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the face of tomorrow."

"As an author, I like self-help, because clapping can be done by myself, for myself. I should buy gloves."

"I used to be a bumper sticker kind of writer. Now I’m more developed, and my writing often takes up whole bumpers."

"New Year - a new chapter, new verse, or just the same old story ? Ultimately we write it. The choice is ours."

"The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead."

"Because I was a television writer for many years, I write very conversationally. I put things straight, and with a lot of humor."

"Coin a new word and hear it jingle in your pocket with all your other change. My love for you is sofacouchsitsitting, so you’d better buckle up."

"A writer is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to us the inner workings of his very soul."

"She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach."

"Your life experience is a moving picture, of which you are writer, director, performer, producer and critic."

"We as authors sign a pact with our readers; they'll go on reading because they trust us to play fair with them and deliver what we've promised."

"Knocking on a door is so violent. Instead, try talking to the door to get it to open up to you. I should write a self-help book for door-to-door salesmen."

"With all honesty, somewhere between the hello and the dreams I saw you in I fell in love."

"It is related that Sakyamuni [the historical Buddha] once dismissed as of small consequence a feat of levitation on the part of a disciple, and cried out in pity for a yogin by the river who had spent twenty years of his human existence learning to walk on water, when the ferryman might have taken him across for a small coin."

"Success comes to a writer as a rule, so gradually that it is always something of a shock to him to look back and realize the heights to which he has climbed."

"Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience."