I was always a writer, by which I mean I was always scribbling away, doing something with pen and paper.

You want to be a writer, don't know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.

Muses are fickle, and many a writer, peering into the voice, has escaped paralysis by ascribing the creative responsibility to a talisman: a lucky charm, a brand of paper, but most often a writing instrument. Am I writing well? Thank my pen. Am I writing badly? Don't blame me blame my pen. By such displacements does the fearful imagination defend itself.

Love requires imagination more than experience.

Loneliness is like being the only person left alive in the
universe, except that everyone else is still here.

The very best and the very worst of life will come from [their] ability to love strangers.