It's dangerous to be people-blind.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
It's one of the ironies of mountaineering,' said Young, 'that grown men are happy to spend months preparing for a climb, weeks rehearsing and honing their skills, and at least a day attempting to reach the summit. And then, having achieved their goal, they spend just a few moments enjoying the experience, along with one or two equally certifiable companions who have little in common other than wanting to do it all again, but a little higher.
Some people standby you in your darkest hour while others walk away; only a select few march towards you and become even closer friends.
I have discovered with advancing years that few things are entirely black or white, but more often different shades of grey.
While there may not be a book in every one of us, there is so often a damned good short story.
Never be frightened by those you assume have more talent than you do, because in the end energy will prevail. My formula is: energy plus talent and you are a king; energy and no talent and you are still a prince; talent and no energy and you are a pauper.
There is only one way to be happy, and that is to make somebody else so, and you cannot be happy by going cross lots; you have got to go the regular turnpike road.
. . . This is the paradox of vision: Sharp perception softens our existence in the world.
When I think of vision, I have in mind the ability to see above and beyond the majority.
I'm interested in aesthetics, in the way things look, in finding something in an image that maybe people haven't seen.