We all are rich and ignore the buried fact of accumulated wisdom.

Writing is supposed to be difficult, agonizing, a dreadful exercise, a terrible occupation.

And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right.

Stand at the top of a cliff and jump off and build your wings on the way down.

I came on the old and best ways of writing through ignorance and experiment and was startled when truths leaped out of brushes like quail before gunshot.

We never sit anything out. We are cups, quietly and constantly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.