If You Like Cats And Have Some,

It Is Only When You Open Your Veins And Bleed Onto The Page A Little That You Establish Contact With Your Reader. If You Do Not Believe In The Characters Or The Story You Are Doing At That Moment With All Your Mind, Strength, And Will, If You Don't Feel Joy And Excitement While Writing It, Then You're Wasting Good White Paper, Even If It Sells, Because There Are Other Ways In Which A Writer Can Bring In The Rent Money Besides Writing Bad Or Phony Stories.

No Game In The World Is As Tidy And Dramatically Neat As Baseball, With Cause And Effect, Crime And Punishment, Motive And Result, So Cleanly Defined.

It Is The Custom To Sneer At The Modern Apartment-house, Television, Big-city Christmas, With Its Commercial Taint . . . Office Parties, Artificial . . . Christmas Trees . . . But Future Generations In Search Of Their Lost Christmases May Well Remember Its Innocence; Yes, And Its Beauty, Too.

One Is Always Seeking The Touchstone That Will Dissolve One's Deficiencies As A Person And As A Craftsman. And One Is Always Bumping Up Against The Fact That There Is None Except Hard Work, Concentration, And Continued Application.

You Learn Eventually That, While There Are No Villains, There Are No Heroes Either. And Until You Make The Final Discovery That There Are Only Human Beings, Who Are Therefore All The More Fascinating, You Are Liable To Miss Something.