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A Reader's Tastes Are Peculiar. Choosing Books To Read Is Like Making Your Way Down A Remote And Winding Path. Your Stops On That Path Are Always Idiosyncratic. One Book Leads To Another And Another The Way One Thought Leads To Another And Another. My Type Of Reader Is The Sort Who Burrows Through The Stacks In The Bookstore Or The Library (or The Web Site — Stacks Are Stacks), Yielding To Impulse And Instinct.

The Desire To Write A Novel Is The Single Required Prerequisite For Writing A Novel.

Everything Is Toxic. That's The Point. You Can't Avoid Toxins. Thinking You Can Is Just Another Symptom Of The Toxic Overload Stage.

In My Experience, There Is Only One Motivation, And That Is Desire. No Reasons Or Principle Contain It Or Stand Against It.

I Was Asked By An Editor To Consider Writing Something About An American Inventor. I Asked Him If He Knew Who Invented The Computer. He Said He Didn't. In That Case, I Told Him, I Should Write A Book About John Vincent Atanasoff.