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Authors Always Take Rejection Badly. They Equate It With Infanticide.

There Comes A Time When Every Scientist, Even God, Has To Write Off An Experiment.

In Youth We Take Egregious Risks Because Death Has No Reality For Us. Youth Goes Caparisoned In Immortality. It Is Only In Middle Age That We Are Shadowed By The Awareness Of The Transitoriness Of Life.

To Look Back On One's Life Is To Experience The Capriciousness Of Memory. ... The Past Is Not Static. It Can Be Relived Only In Memory, And Memory Is A Device For Forgetting As Well As Remembering. It, Too, Is Not Immutable. It Rediscovers, Reinvents, Reorganizes. Like A Passage Of Prose It Can Be Revised And Repunctuated. To That Extent, Every Autobiography Is A Work Of Fiction And Every Work Of Fiction An Autobiography.

A Politician Is Required To Listen To Humbug, Talk Humbug, Condone Humbug. The Most We Can Hope For Is That We Don't Actually Believe It.