Poets Go Through A Very Tough Apprenticeship

I Enjoy Research; In Fact Research Is So Engaging That It Would Be Easy To Go On For Years, And Never Write The Novel At All.

Reread, Rewrite, Reread, Rewrite. If It Still Doesn’t Work, Throw It Away.

If The Garden Of Eden Really Exists It Does So Moment By Moment, Fragmented And Tough, Cropping Up Like A Fan Of Buddleia High Up In The Gutter Of A Deserted Warehouse, Or In A Heap Of Frozen Cabbages Becoming Luminous In The Reflected Light Of Roadside Snow.

Count Dracula Had Directed Me To Go To The Golden Krone Hotel, Which I Found, To My Great Delight, To Be Thoroughly Old-fashioned, For Of Course I Wanted To See All I Could Of The Ways Of The Country.

Finish The Day's Writing When You Still Want To Continue.