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I started writing poetry as a teenager in suburban Chicago out of emotional desperation. — Edward Hirsch

It seems to me most people make the mistake of never building a following where they are considered a resource to their fan base so when they do release the book there will be somebody there to buy it. — Larry Winget

He himself didn't see it as exceptionally altruistic, because he had understood one can't be truly happy in isolation or, worse, among unhappy people. The best protection against danger, unhappiness and the sordidness of human existence is to be surrounded by people who love you. — Andrew Ashling

Every day, while I was writing out my description of what I was going to write for the knowledge component of the triangle, I would play the scene through in my mind and try to get excited about it. I'd look for all the cool little hooks, the parts that interested me most, and focus on those since they were obviously what made the scene cool. If I couldn't find anything to get excited over, then I would change the scene, or get rid of it entirely. I decided then and there that, no matter how useful a scene might be for my plot, boring scenes had no place in my novels. — Rachel Aaron

The Hoff has taken over David Hasselhoff. David Hasselhoff really doesn't know who he is anymore. Everywhere I go, it's The Hoff. — David Hasselhoff

Grief is the midwife of your capacity to be immensely grateful for being born. — Stephen Jenkinson

Anger, the tone said, is particularly not good for a woman. If you are a woman, you are not supposed to express anger, because it is threatening. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

I'm the type of skater that needs to stay upbeat and relaxed, open, because if I stay quiet, I get in my head, and then I start to think too much and start to doubt. — Ashley Wagner

To make a face from marble means to remove from the slab everything that is not the face — Anton Chekhov