I always start writing with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind.

He's writing what I'm singing, and I'm writing what he's playing.

The pen is the tongue of the mind.

I had no idea of the scale of the ruins. The scale was humongous, mind-boggling. There are hundreds of buildings.

A mediocre mind thinks it writes divinely; a good mind thinks it writes reasonably

Don't get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house? That's a story. Handled properly, it's more dramatic than any apocalypse or goblin army could ever be.