And When He Died, I Suddenly Realized

Not To Write, For Many Of Us, Is To Die. We Must Take Ares Each And Every Day, Perhaps Knowing That The Battle Cannot Be Entirely Won, But Fight We Must, If Only A Gentle Bout. The Smallest Effort To Win Means, At The End Of Each Day, A Sort Of Victory.

Don't Think About Things, Just Do Them; Don't Predict Them, Just Make Them.

We Are An Impossibility In An Impossible Universe.

How Working For The Wrong Motives Poisons Our Creativity And Warps Our Ideas Of Success And Failure.

You Must Stay Drunk On Writing So Reality Cannot Destroy You.