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Obviously The Facts Are Never Just Coming At You But Are Incorporated By An Imagination That Is Formed By Your Previous Experience. Memories Of The Past Are Not Memories Of Facts But Memories Of Your Imaginings Of The Facts.

A Writer Has To Be Driven Crazy To Help Him To See. A Writer Needs His Poisons.

When He [joe Lewis] Was Asked Upon His Retirement About His Long Career, Joe Sweetly Summed It Up In Just Ten Words. 'i Did The Best I Could With What I Had'.

Memories Of The Past Are Not Memories Of Facts But Memories Of Your Imaginings Of The Facts.

Never In His Life Had Occasion To Ask Himself, "why Are Things The Way They Are?" Why Should He Bother, When The Way They Were Was Always Perfect? Why Are Things The Way They Are? The Question To Which There Is No Answer, And Up Till Then He Was So Blessed He Didn't Even Know The Question Existed.