Maybe The Best Thing Would Be To

I Think I Write Or Publish As Much As I Do Because I Can Bear Being Without A Book To Work On. But Routinely When I Finish A Book, I Think, "what Will I Do? Where Will I Get An Idea?" And A Kind Of Low-level Panic Sets In. And Then Eventually Something Happens. I Don't Know. If I Knew How It Happened I Would Repeat The Process, But I Don't Know - Something Just Occurs To Me.

When You Publish A Book, It's The World's Book. The World Edits It.

He Was No More, Freed From Being, Entering Into Nowhere Without Even Knowing It. Just As He'd Feared From The Start.

I Have A Slogan I Use When I Get Anxious Writing, Which Happens Quite A Bit: ‘the Ordeal Is Part Of The Commitment.’ It’s One Of My Mantras. It Makes A Lot Of Things Doable.

I Think You're A Wonder. You're Beautiful. You're Mature. You Are, I Admit, Vastly More Experienced Than I Am. That's What Threw Me. I Was Thrown. Forgive Me.