It is as easy to dream a book as it is hard to write one.
You see things, and you say, “Why?” But I dream things that never were and say, “Why not?”
Wherever you are is always the right place. There is never a need to fix anything, to hitch up the bootstraps of the soul and start at some higher place. Start right where you are.
Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency. Nothing is that important.
Write with nouns and verbs, not with adjectives and adverbs. The adjective hasn’t been built that can pull a weak or inaccurate noun out of a tight place.
Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you settled for.
[I grew up] in those years when the Old West was passing and the New West was emerging. It was a time when we still heard echoes and already saw shadows, on moonlit nights when the coyotes yapped on the hilltops, and on hot summer afternoons when mirages shimmered, dust devils spun across the flats, and towering cumulus clouds sailed like galleons across the vast blueness of the sky. Echoes of remembrance of what men once did there, and visions of what they would do together.
We are looking for ideas that are large enough to be afraid of.