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Sentimentality Is The Emotional Promiscuity Of Those Who Have No Sentiment.

We Are In Love With The Word. We Are Proud Of It. The Word Precedes The Formation Of The State. The Word Comes To Us From Every Avatar Of Early Human Existence. As Writers, We Are Obliged More Than Others To Keep Our Lives Attached To The Primitive Power Of The Word. From India, Out Of The Vedas, We Still Hear: On The Spoken Word, All The Gods Depend, All Beasts And Men; In The World Live All Creatures...the Word Is The Name Of The Divine World.

The White Protestant's Ultimate Sympathy Must Be With Science, Factology, And Committee Rather Than With Sex, Birth, Heat, Flesh, Creation, The Sweet And The Funky; They Must Vote, Manipulate, Control, And Direct, These Protestants Who Are The Center Of Power In Our Land, They Must Go For What They Believe Is Reason When It Is Only The Square Logic Of The Past.

It's Not A Good Idea To Put Your Wife Into A Novel; Not Your Latest Wife Anyway.

Only Another Writer Can Know How Much Damage Writing A Novel Can Do To You. It's An Unnatural Activity To Sit At A Desk And Squeeze Words Out Of Yourself.