Reading Takes Time, And The Glass Teat

If You Don't Have Time To Read, You Don't Have The Time (or The Tools) To Write. Simple As That.

I Dreamed Of You. I Dreamed You Were Wandering In The Dark, And So Was I. We Found Each Other. We Found Each Other In The Dark.

He Didn’t Know If That Was Really True Or Not, But He Discovered Something Which Was Tremendously Liberating: He Didn’t Care. He Was Very Tired Of Thinking And Thinking And Still Not Knowing. He Was Also Tired Of Being Frightened, Like A Man Who Has Entered A Cave On A Lark And Now Begins To Suspect He Is Lost. Stop Thinking About It, Then. That’s The Solution.

Sometimes The Only Thing To Do Is To Take The Thing That You Must Have. Even If Someone Gets Hurt.

...writing Fiction...is No Job For Intellectual Cowards.