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I Work Continuously Within The Shadow Of Failure. For Every Novel That Makes It To My Publisher's Desk, There Are At Least Five Or Six That Died On The Way. And Even With The Ones I Do Finish, I Think Of All The Ways They Might Have Been Better.

One Is Taught By Experience To Put A Premium On Those Few People Who Can Appreciate You For What You Are.

Some Things Arrive In Their Own Mysterious Hour, On Their Own Terms And Not Yours, To Be Seized Or Relinquished Forever.

How Easy It Was To Make People Happy, When You Didn't Want Or Need Anything From Them.

The Race Of Children Possesses Magically Sagacious Powers.