Sometimes I dream so vividly, so expectantly, I wonder if I'm crazy...

Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn't stop.

I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.

Dreamers dream. Readers read. Writers write. I was born to be all three.

A writer fails, not when a reader is not moved; but when, as a reader, the writer is not moved.

Writers perform an extremely important role: they make others dream, those who are unable to dream for themselves. And everyone needs to dream. Could there be any more important job in life than that?