Writing Is A Demanding Profession And A

I Guess Requiem For A Heavyweight As Old As It Is Was As Honest A Piece As I've Ever Done.

I Don't Think It's Man's Function To Write. I Don't Think It's A Normal Thing Like Teeth-brushing And Going To The Bathroom. It's A Supered Position On The Animal.

You're Traveling Through Another Dimension, A Dimension Not Only Of Sight And Sound But Of Mind; A Journey Into A Wondrous Land Whose Boundaries Are That Of Imagination. That's The Signpost Up Ahead—your Next Stop, The Twilight Zone.

Now Death Is With Us In Such Abundance And Hovers Over Us In So Massive A Form That We Don't Have Time To Invent A Mythology, Nor Is Our Creativity Directed Toward Same. Now It's To Prevent Death.

The Writer's No Different. When He's Rejected, That Paper Is Rejected, In A Sense, A Sizeable Fragment Of The Writer Is Rejected As Well. It's A Piece Of Himself That's Being Turned Down.