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There Is No Shortage Of Good Days. It Is Good Lives That Are Hard To Come By.

I Saw In A Blue Haze All The World Poured Flat And Pale Between The Mountains

Your Freedom As A Writer Is Not Freedom Of Expression In The Sense Of Wild Blurting; You May Not Let Rip. It Is Life At Its Most Free, If You Are Fortunate Enough To Be Able To Try It, Because You Select Your Materials, Invent Your Task, And Pace Yourself.

A Shepherd On A Hilltop Who Looks At A Mess Of Stars And Thinks, ‘there’s A Hunter, A Plow, A Fish,’ Is Making Mental Connections That Have As Much Real Force In The Universe As The Very Fires In Those Stars Themselves.

When You Write, You Lay Out A Line Of Words. Soon You Find Yourself Deep In New Territory.