I Was Built With A Love Of

A Life Without Love Is Like A Tree Without Fruit.

It's A Writer's Job To Carve With Language, To Hew Close To The Bone.

Kill Your Darlings, Kill Your Darlings, Even When It Breaks Your Egocentric Little Scribbler’s Heart, Kill Your Darlings.

Your First Impulse Is To Share Good News, Your Second Is To Club Someone With It.

How To Draw A Picture (xii) Know When You're Finished, And When You Are, Put Your Pencil Or Your Paintbrush Down. All The Rest Is Only Life.