A Writers Job Is To Destroy And

The Alcohol Had The Code And Mystery About It As A Writer's Drug, But I'm Glad That's Been Debunked. But The Trouble With The Drinking, Much As I Hate To Admit It, Is It Helped The Work.

I Found Out About Reviews Early On. They're Mostly Written By Sad Men On Bad Afternoons. That's Probably Why I'm Less Angry Than Some Writers, Who Are So Narcissistic They Consider Every Line Of Every Review, Even A Thoughtful One, As Major Treason.

I Do Believe That As You Write More And Age, The Arrogance And Most Of The Vanity Goes. Or It Is A Vanity Met With Vast Gratitude, That You Were Hit By Something As You Stood In The Way Of It, That Anybody Is Listening.

I Lost My Second Marriage Because Of Drinking, And I Loved The Woman Very Much. But I Thought I Needed Booze To Write. I'm Glad I Was Disabused.

Whoever You Are, Be That Person With All Your Might. Time Goes By Faster Than We Thought. It Is A Thief So Quiet. You Must Let Yourself Be Loved And You Must Love, Parts Of You That Never Loved Must Open And Love. You Must Announce Yourself In All Particulars So You Can Have Yourself.