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I Believe Every...man Remembers The Girl He Thinks He Should Have Married. She Reappears To Him In His Lonely Moments, Or He Sees Her In The Face Of A Young Girl In The Park, Buying A Snowball Under An Oak Tree By The Baseball Diamond. But She Belongs To Back There, To Somebody Else, And That Thought Sometimes Rends Your Heart In A Way That You Never Share With Anyone Else.

Humility Is Not A Virtue In A Writer, It Is An Absolute Necessity.

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If You Don't Compromise Your Gift, If You Write Each Day As Well As You Can, And Then Submit Your Work And Not Worry About It And Go On To The Next Piece, You Suddenly Find Oddly Enough That You're No More Interested In The Applause Than The Silence. You Don't Hear Either One Of Them. You Can Never Listen To The Naysayers. If You Do You Won't Survive.