Anybody That Says Different Is Selling Something.

Writing Is Finally About One Thing: Going Into A Room Alone And Doing It. Putting Words On Paper That Have Never Been There In Quite That Way Before. And Although You Are Physically By Yourself, The Haunting Demon Never Leaves You, That Demon Being The Knowledge Of Your Own Terrible Limitations, Your Hopeless Inadequacy, The Impossibility Of Ever Getting It Right. No Matter How Diamond-bright Your Ideas Are Dancing In Your Brain, On Paper They Are Earthbound.

Now What Happens?" Asked The Man In Black. "we Face Each Other As God Intended," Fezzik Said. "no Tricks, No Weapons, Skill Against Skill Alone." "you Mean You'll Put Down Your Rock And I'll Put Down My Sword And We'll Try To Kill Each Other Like Civilized People, Is That It?

Dummy, Dummy, Go Out Now And Fill Your Tummy.

The Queen's Pride Was His Ship, And He Loved Her. (that Was The Way His Sentences Always Went: It Is Raining Today And I Love You. My Cold Is Better And I Love You. Say Hello To Horse And I Love You. Like That.)

You Have To Protect Your Writing Time. You Have To Protect It To The Death.