For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
Even the fear of death is nothing compared to the fear of not having lived authentically and fully.
Get away from the crowd when you can. Keep yourself to yourself, if only for a few hours daily.
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
Work saves us from three great evils: boredom, vice and need.
People fail forward to success.
Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.