The Craft Of The Novelist Does Lie

Some People Are Molded By Their Admirations, Others By Their Hostilities.

We Desert Those Who Desert Us; We Cannot Afford To Suffer; We Must Live How We Can.

Nothing Arrives On Paper As It Started, And So Much Arrives That Never Started At All. To Write Is Always To Rave A Little-even If One Did Once Know What One Meant

Writers Do Not Find Subjects; Subjects Find Them.

We Can Surmount The Anger We Feel. To Find Oneself Like A Young Tree Inside A Tomb Is To Discover The Power To Crack The Tomb And Grow Up To Any Height.