Find A Pile Of Gold And Sit

Writing A Novel Is Like Heading Out Over The Open Sea In A Small Boat. It Helps, If You Have A Plan And A Course Laid Out.

I Understand That The World Was Nothing: A Mechanical Chaos Of Casual, Brute Enmity On Which We Stupidly Impose Our Hopes And Fears. I Understood That, Finally And Absolutely, I Alone Exist. All The Rest, I Saw, Is Merely What Pushes Me, Or What I Push Against, Blindly - As Blindly As All That Is Not Myself Pushes Back. I Create The Whole Universe, Blink By Blink.

Self Pity Is Easily The Most Destructive Of The Non-pharmaceutical Narcotics; It Is Addictive, Gives Momentary Pleasure And Separates The Victim From Reality.

I Cannot Believe Such Monstrous Energy Of Grief Can Lead To Nothing!

We Read Five Words On The First Page Of A Really Good Novel And We Begin To Forget That We Are Reading Printed Words On A Page; We Begin To See Images.