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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.

During The Act Of Writing I Have Told Myself Something That I Didn't Know I Knew.

At Times ... One Is Downright Thankful For The Self-absorption Of Other People.

The Race Of Children Possesses Magically Sagacious Powers.

Learning When 'enough Is Enough' Is The Discipline Of A Lifetime.