Gasping For Breath, The Body Still Battling

When I Am Writing, I Try To Do It Five Hours A Day But I Spend About Two Of Those Just Fooling Around.

A Boy Has To Peddle His Book.

All Literature Is Gossip.

Finishing A Book Is Just Like You Took A Child Out In The Back Yard And Shot It.

And Yes, To Answer You Seriously, I Am Beginning To Be... Well, Not Bored, But Tempted; Afraid, But Tempted. When You've Been In Pain For A Long Time, When You Wake Up Every Morning With A Rising Sense Of Hysteria, Then Boredom Is What You Want, Marathon Sleeps, A Silence In Yourself.