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Love Was Action. It Came To You. It Was Not A Choice.

Writing Is A Miserable, Awful Business. Stay With It. It Is Better Than Anything In The World.

It Was Too Much Work To Remember Things You Might Not Have Again, And So One By One They Opened Up Their Hands And Let Them Go.

Write Because You Love The Art And The Discipline, Not Because You're Looking To Sell Something.

No One Tells The Truth To People They Don't Actually Know, And If They Do It Is A Horrible Trait. Everyone Wants Something Smaller, Something Neater Than The Truth.