Because The Chief Commodity A Writer Has

[on Love:] I Have No Respect For Anyone Who Says They've Given Up, Or That They're Not Looking Or That They're Tired. That Is To Abrogate One's Responsibility As A Human Being.

Everyone Is Entitled To An *informed* Opinion.

When You're All Alone Out There, On The End Of The Typewriter, With Each New Story A New Appraisal By The World Of Whether You Can Still Get It Up Or Not, Arrogance And Self-esteem And Deep Breathing Are All You Have. It Often Looks Like Egomania. I Assure You It's The Bold Coverup Of The Absolutely Terrified.

Now Begin In The Middle, And Later Learn The Beginning; The End Will Take Care Of Itself.

It Is A Love/hate Relationship I Have With The Human Race. I Am An Elitist, And I Feel That My Responsibility Is To Drag The Human Race Along With Me, That I Will Never Pander To, Or Speak Down To, Or Play The Safe Game.