It's Best To Give While Your Hand

He Is Not Simply Looking Into The Mirror Because He Is Transfixed By What He Sees. Rather, The Artist’s Success Depends As Much As Anything On His Powers Of Detachment, On De-narcissizing Himself… Freud… Studied His Own Dreams Not Because He Was A “narcissist,” But Because He Was A Student Of Dreams. And Whose Were At Once The Least And Most Accessible Of Dreams, If Not His Own?

Don't Judge It. Just Write It. Don't Judge It. It's Not For You To Judge It.

You Don't Want To Repeat Yourself For One. You Don't Want To Fall Into The Clichés For Another. And You Don't Want To Be Licentious Really. You Want To Be Descriptive, If You Can Be. And You're Not Setting Out To Arouse Anybody.

People Were Standing Up Everywhere Shouting, "this Is Me! This Is Me!" Every Time You Looked At Them They Stood Up And Told You Who They Were, And The Truth Of It Was That They Had No More Idea Who Or What They Were Than He Had. They Believed Their Flashing Signs, Too. They Ought To Be Standing Up And Shouting, "this Isn't Me! This Isn't Me!" They Would If They Had Any Decency. "this Isn't Me!" Then You Might Know How To Proceed Through The Flashing Bullshit Of This World.

A Writer Has To Be Driven Crazy To Help Him To See. A Writer Needs His Poisons.