"Often while writing I haven't the faintest idea where a line came from, or a character, or an idea. Very often they come while I sleep, in the shower, while shaving, while hurtling along a crowded freeway in my car–and sometimes they come with such force that I am half-crazy until I can get somewhere and write them down. If you don't write them down quickly, you often lose them because they surface very briefly in the shifting seas of consciousness and then disappear back into the chaos. But most often and most routinely these inner movements come to me while I am seated at the keyboard and inviting them to come dance with me."
–Don Pendleton, A Search for Meaning From the Surface of a Small Planet
