When asked, ‘How do you write?’ I invariably answer, ‘One word at a time,’ and the answer is invariably dismissed. But that is all it is. It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: one stone at a time, man. That’s all. One stone at a time. But I’ve read you can see that motherfucker from space without a telescope.
Those who think to win the world by doing something to it, I see them come to grief. For the world is a sacred object. Nothing is to be done to it. To do anything is to damage it. To seize it is to lose it.
The longest journey you will make in your life is from your head to your heart. Sioux Proverb
Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.
The actual writing is what you live for. The rest is something you have to get through in order to arrive at that point.
As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters
Mere literary talent is common; what is rare is endurance, the continuing desire to work hard at writing.
Planning to write is not writing. Outlining a book is not writing. Researching is not writing. Talking to people about what you’re doing, none of that is writing. Writing is writing.
Nobody wants to see the village of the happy people.
Few things in life are less efficient than a group of people trying to write a sentence. The advantage of this method is that you end up with something for which you will not be personally blamed.