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Yes, I’ve Made A Great Deal Of Dough From My Fiction, But I Never Set A Single Word Down On Paper With The Thought Of Being Paid For It...i Have Written Because It Fulfilled Me. ... I Did It For The Pure Joy Of The Things. And If You Can Do It For Joy, You Can Do It Forever.

The Muses Are Ghosts, And Sometimes They Come Uninvited.

In Many Ways, Eulah-beulah Prepared Me For Literary Criticism. After Having A Two-hundred-pound Babysitter Fart On Your Face And Yell Pow!, The Village Voice Holds Few Terrors.

Pride Was The Belt You Used To Hold Your Pants Up When You Had No Pants.

The First Draft Of A Book—even A Long One—should Take No More Than Three Months, The Length Of A Season.