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Driving Home, It's All I Can Do To Keep From Crying. Time's Come, Time's Gone, Time's Never Returning, I Say To Myself. What's Here In Front Of Me Is All I've Got, I Decide, And As I Drive My Car Through The Blowing Snow It Doesn't Seem Like Much, Except For The Kindness That I've Just Exchanged With An Old Lady, So I Concentrate On That.

You Go Out Into The World, You Read Everything You Can Read, You Imitate The Things You Love, And You Learn How Hard It Is To Do. Eventually, You Learn Your Own Vision Of The World, You Learn Your Own Voice And How To Hear It, And You Learn To Write Your Own Work. Writers Today Have As Many Opportunities As My Generation Did, But They Don't See The Examples As Clearly As We Did.

The Way I Feel About Every Book Is This: You Don't Finish It, You Abandon It. All Of My Books Have In Some Sense Failed, Otherwise I Wouldn't Write Another One. If I Wrote The Perfect Book, I Wouldn't Have To Write Again, And I Wouldn't Want To. That's Not True For Everyone, But It's True For Me. I Could Walk Away Then. But So Far I Haven't Managed To Do It.

Let The Truth Take Care Of Itself, I Decided. It's Done All Right On Its Own So Far.

For Almost Anyone Who Chooses To Be A Writer, Since So Very Few Writers Are Able To Learn A Living From Their Work That Is Equivalent To The Living Earned By The Average Dentist Or Accountant.