The Gardener Had A Dread Of Small

The Building Of The Architecture Of A Novel - The Craft Of It - Is Something I Never Tire Of.

Thus We Try To Keep Our Heroes Alive; Hence We Remember Them.

I Don't Want You To Describe To Me—not Ever—what You Were Doing To That Poor Boy To Make Him Sound Like That; But If You Ever Do It Again, Please Cover His Mouth With Your Hand.

Nothing Bears Out In Practice What It Promises Incipiently.

There's No Reason You Shouldn't, As A Writer, Not Be Aware Of The Necessity To Revise Yourself Constantly.