Art makes something a lot more visible or audible.
From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.
An author knows his landscape best; he can stand around, smell the wind, get a feel for his place.
The first Chapter Law is, "Don't spend much time on it. You're going to have to rewrite it. "
Everything is connected. The wing of the corn beetle affects the direction of the wind, the way the sand drifts, the way the light reflects into the eye of man beholding his reality. All is part of totality, and in this totality man finds his hozro, his way of walking in harmony, with beauty all around him.
A writer is like a bag lady going through life with a sack and a pointed stick collecting stuff.
Thoughts, and words that spring from them, bend the individual's reality. To speak of death is to invite it. To think of sorrow is to produce it.
No man knows more about women than I do, and I know nothing.
I didn't want people to say: Stelios does everything on the cheap at work, and in private he lives in the lap of luxury. That's not me. I don't need those status symbols. I don't need a private jet either when I can go everywhere with Easy.
God has challenged me to grow in my knowledge of Him but I have to CHOOSE whether or not to display this growth through my actions.
A lot of my words come to me when I'm out and about as well, riding the bus or sat in the pub. I went through a stage of going to a strip bar called the White Horse at lunch times and did a lot of writing in there. They were fine with that but I don't know how they would feel about me setting up the easel.