I Don't Have Close Relationships With Agents.

If You Write, Fix Pipes, Grade Papers, Lay Bricks Or Drive A Taxi - Do It With A Sense Of Pride. And Do It The Best You Know How. Be Cognizant And Sympathetic To The Guy Alongside, Because He Wants A Place In The Sun, Too. And Always...always Look Past His Color, His Creed, His Religion And The Shape Of His Ears. Look For The Whole Person. Judge Him As The Whole Person.

All The Dachaus Must Remain Standing.

This Is, If Not A Lifetime Process, It's Awfully Close To It. The Writer Broadens, Becomes Deeper, Becomes More Observant, Becomes More Tempered, Becomes Much Wiser Over A Period Time Passing. It Is Not Something That Is Injected Into Him By A Needle. It Is Not Something That Comes On A Wave Of Flashing, Explosive Light One Night And Say, 'huzzah! Eureka! I've Got It!' And Then Proceeds To Write The Great American Novel In Eleven Days. It Doesn't Work That Way. It's A Long, Tedious, Tough, Frustrating Process, But Never, Ever Be Put Aside By The Fact That It's Hard.

Now Death Is With Us In Such Abundance And Hovers Over Us In So Massive A Form That We Don't Have Time To Invent A Mythology, Nor Is Our Creativity Directed Toward Same. Now It's To Prevent Death.

Writers, Like Most Human Beings, Are Adaptable Creatures. They Can Learn To Accept Subordination Without Growing Fond Of It. No Writer Can Forever Stand In The Wings And Watch Other People Take The Curtain Calls While His Own Contributions Get Lost In The Shuffle.