A Stomach Accustomed To Hunger Is Satisfied

The Minds Of Human Beings Are Not Always Entirely At One With The World In Which They Live, Some People Have Trouble Adjusting To Reality, Basically They're Just Weak, Confused Spirits Who Use Words, Sometimes Very Skillfully, To Justify Their Cowardice.

In The End, I Am Quite Normal. I Don't Have Odd Habits. I Don't Dramatize. Above All, I Do Not Romanticize The Act Of Writing. I Don't Talk About The Anguish I Suffer In Creating. I Do Not Have A Fear Of The Blank Page, Writer's Block, All Those Things That We Hear About Writers.

...this Is The Way Fate Usually Treats Us, It's Right There Behind Us, It Has Already Reached Out A Hand To Touch Us On The Shoulder While We're Still Muttering To Ourselves, It's All Over, That's It, Who Cares Anyhow.

Ah, In Every Age There Is Always Some New Wonder To Astound Mankind Until They Grow Accustomed To It And Lose Interest.

No, There Are Three People In A Marriage, There's The Woman, There's The Man, And There's What I Call The Third Person, The Most Important, The Person Who Is Composed Of The Man And Woman Together.