I Am Going To Write My Symphony;

Someone Once Asked Somerset Maughham If He Wrote On A Schedule Or Only When Struck By Inspiration. "i Write Only When Inspiration Strikes," He Replied. "fortunately It Strikes Every Morning At Nine O'clock Sharp.

These Are Not Easy Questions. Who Am I? Why Am I Here? They're Not Easy Because The Human Being Isn't Wired To Function As An Individual.

The Most Important Thing About Art Is To Work. Nothing Else Matters Except Sitting Down Every Day And Trying.

Do I Really Believe That My Work Is Crucial To The Planet's Survival? Of Course Not. But It's As Important To Me As Catching That Mouse Is To The Hawk Circling Outside My Window. He's Hungry. He Needs A Kill. So Do I.

The Professional Dedicates Himself To Mastering Technique Not Because He Believes Technique Is A Substitute For Inspiration But Because He Wants To Be In Possession Of The Full Arsenal Of Skills When Inspiration Does Come. The Professional Is Sly. He Knows That By Toiling Beside The Front Door Of Technique, He Leaves Room For Genius To Enter By The Back.