I Consider Writing A Legitimate Zen Practice.

A Responsibility Of Literature Is To Make People Awake, Present, Alive. If The Writer Wanders, Then The Reader, Too, Will Wander.

Be Tough In The Way A Blade Of Grass Is: Rooted, Willing To Lean, And At Peace With What Is Around It.

Tulips Come Up In Spring For No Reason. Of Course, You Planted Bulbs And Now In April The Earth Warms Up. But Why? For No Reason Except Gravity. Why Gravity? For No Reason. And Why Did You Plant Red Tulip Bulbs To Begin With? For Beauty, Which Is Itself And Has No Reason. So The World Is Empty. Things Rise And Fall For No Reason. And What A Great Opportunity That Is! You Can Start Writing Again At Any Minute. Let Go Of All Your Failures And Sit Down And Write Something Great. Or Write Something Terrible And Feel Great About It.

Kill The Idea Of The Lone, Suffering Artist. Don't Make It Any Harder On Yourself.

Shut Up And Write Anyway. Don't Use Anything As An Excuse.