Landscape Consists In The Multiple, Overlapping Intricacies

Old Memories Are Very Easy To Get Except That Once You Write About Something You've Destroyed It.

I Woke At Intervals Until . . . The Intervals Of Waking Tipped The Scales, And I Was More Often Awake Than Not.

Every Live Thing Is A Survivor On A Kind Of Extended Emergency Bivouac.

Your Freedom As A Writer Is Not Freedom Of Expression In The Sense Of Wild Blurting; You May Not Let Rip. It Is Life At Its Most Free, If You Are Fortunate Enough To Be Able To Try It, Because You Select Your Materials, Invent Your Task, And Pace Yourself.

Every Book Has An Intrinsic Impossibility, Which Its Writer Discovers As Soon As His First Excitement Dwindles.