For you to reach a state of creative enlightenment, you must wage war on yourself, and start working. Only then will inspiration reward you with its presence.

One of the greatest dangers for us creators is that we are impatiently waiting for inspiration to strike before we begin our work. The reason why this is so dangerous is that inspiration never strikes, it caresses us with its presence the moment we start working.

If we can stand fast while the waves of criticism crash around us, we can transcend their expectations and the way they underestimate our abilities to thrive.

It is easy to opt out and follow the stream down the river and end up stranded without knowing how you got there or how you can reverse the years of swimming with the tide.

Writers’ never-ending quest involves investigating genuineness while carving out narrative nonfiction. They must strive to reach great truths by recounting untold lies with acute enthusiasm. Culmination of a sprawling personal saga is an attempt to flesh out from the ichors of a person’s reptilian instincts and mammalian brain patterns the epicene embodiment of the originator’s dream works intermingled with their actual remembered sensory observations. One unleashes their cache of blood-tinged memories along with an X-ray beam of reminiscent enlightenment to forge a flowing stream of self-consciousness dedicated to the task of hunting out a new way of perceiving, thinking, and communicating.

When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day's work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.