Imagination... Its Limits Are Only Those Of

You Unlock The Door With The Key Of Imagination.

I Suppose We Think Euphemistically That All Writers Write Because They Have Something To Say That Is Truthful And Honest And Pointed And Important. And I Suppose I Subscribe To That, Too. But God Knows When I Look Back Over Thirty Years Of Professional Writing, I'm Hard-pressed To Come Up With Anything That's Important. Some Things Are Literate, Some Things Are Interesting, Some Things Are Classy, But Very Damn Little Is Important.

It's Part Of The Business Of Really Not Caring About Topping Myself Because I Really Don't Care What's Going To Happen. I Think Just Surviving Is A Major Thing. I'd Like To Write Something That My Peers, My Colleagues, My Fellow Writers Would Find A Source Of Respect.

It Has Forever Been Thus: So Long As Men Write What They Think, Then All Of The Other Freedoms - All Of Them - May Remain Intact. And It Is Then That Writing Becomes A Weapon Of Truth, An Article Of Faith, An Act Of Courage.

Bias And Prejudice Make Me Angry...more Than Anything.