Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open..

Writing practice brings us back to the uniqueness of our own minds and an acceptance of it. We all have wild dreams, fantasies, and ordinary thoughts….

Trust in what you love, continue to do it, and it will take you where you need to go..

Play around. Dive into absurdity and write. Take chances. You will succeed if you are fearless of failure..

Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency..

Take out another notebook, pick up another pen, and just write, just write, just write. In the middle of the world, make one positive step. In the ce….

We must remember that everything is ordinary and extraordinary. It is our minds that either open or close..

Use loneliness. Its ache creates urgency to reconnect with the world. Take that aching and use it to propel you deeper into your need for expression ….

In writing practice, there's no direction. You enter your own mind and follow it where it takes you. We have a great need to connect with our own mi….

If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you..

When you are present, the world is truly alive..

Whether we know it or not, we transmit the presence of everyone we have ever known, as though by being in each other's presence we exchange our cells….

Writing can teach us the dignity of speaking the truth..

Be tough in the way a blade of grass is: rooted, willing to lean, and at peace with what is around it..

We are each a concert reverberating with our whole lives and reflecting and amplifying the world around us..

The muscles of writing are not so visible, but they are just as powerful: determination, attention, curiosity, a passionate heart..

We are important and our lives are important, magnificent really, and their details are worthy to be recorded..

This is your life. You are responsible for it. You will not live forever. Don't wait..

Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be rel….

Our bodies are garbage heaps: we collect experience, and from the decomposition of the thrown-out eggshells, spinach leaves, coffee grinds, and old s….

Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make life so, right in the middle of it we die, lose a leg, fall in love, drop a jar of applesauce. In s….