A Man Who Has Been Dead For

Then How Can You Ever Know About The Beautiful Goodness Of Mud? How Bad It Wants To Be Things. How Bad It Wants To Get On Your Legs And Arms And Take Your Footprints And Handprints And How Bad It Wants You To Make It Alive! Mud Is Always Ready To Play With You. Seriously You Should Try It!

But Paper And Ink Have Conjuring Abilities Of Their Own. Arrangements Of Lines And Shapes, Of Letters And Words On A Series Of Pages Make A World We Can Dwell And Travel In.

At The Center Of Everything We Call 'the Arts,' And Children Call 'play,' Is Something Which Seems Somehow Alive.

If You Can Stand To Wait 24 Hours Before You Decide The Fate Of What You Have Written - Either Good Or Bad - You're More Likely To See That Invisible Thing That Is Invisible For The First Few Days In Any New Writing. We Just Can't Know What All Is In A Sentence Until There Are Several Sentences To Follow It. Pages Of Writing Need More Pages In Order To Be Known, Chapters Need More Chapters.

You Can't Know What A Book Is About Until The Very End. This Is True Of A Book We're Reading Or Writing.