A Word Is Worth One Coin, Silence

I Looked At My Right Hand, The Hand With Which I Painted. There Was Power In That Hand. Power To Create And Destroy. Power To Bring Pleasure And Pain. Power To Amuse And Horrify. There Was In That Hand The Demonic And The Divine At One And The Same Time. The Demonic And The Divine Were Two Aspects Of The Same Force. Creation Was Demonic And Divine. Creativity Was Demonic And Divine. I Was Demonic And Divine.

The Span Of A Man's Life - That Is Nothing. But What A Man Makes Of That Span - That Is Something. A Man Must Make His Own Meaning For Life. Meaning Is Not Automatically Given To Life.

I Get Up Around 6:30. I Work From About 8:00 To 1:00, Take A Break For Lunch, Work Again Until About 5:00, And Then Go For A Long Walk And Have Dinner. Then, If My Wife And I Have No Previous Plans, We Decide What To Do For The Evening.

If I Had A Plot That Was All Set In Advance, Why Would I Want Go Through The Agony Of Writing The Novel? A Novel Is A Kind Of Exploration And Discovery, For Me At Any Rate.

We Need To Listen To One Another.