I Hate The Domestic Life.

Everybody Has To Know For Themselves What They're Capable Of.

I Depleted Myself To The Point Where I Had Nothing Left.

I Don't Torture Myself. And I Do The Work Because Of The Pleasure Involved. I'm Satisfying A Compulsion I Find Nigh-on Irresistible. It's Not Necessarily Because Of The Work Itself. I Just Feel The Need For A Period Of Regeneration Afterwards. Like Leaving A Field Fallow When You've Grazed Too Much On It. I Feel Depleted.

If You Remain Unsettled By A Piece Of Writing, It Means You Are Not Watching The Story From The Outside; You've Already Taken A Step Toward It.

In All Fields Of Creativity You See The Result Of Work That Has Become Habit. Where The Creative Impulse Has Become Flaccid Or Has Died Out Altogether, And Yet Because It Is Our Work And Our Life We Continue To Do It.