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I'm Not Religious, But I Like God And He Likes Me.

I Think That Everybody Who Writes Believes That Their Work Has Some Kind Of Use-value, For Someone, That There's Some Need For It, Some Person Or Group Of People Out There Has Demanded That These Words Come Into Being. I Think That You Do The Work For These People. You Hope That You Can Make A Living At It. Whatever Your Ambitions And Needs Are In That Regard, Your Only Real Requirement Is To Try And Dig As Deeply As You Can Dig To Make Sense Of The Meaning Of Human Existence.

I Work Best After The Deadline Has Passed, When I'm In A Panic.

The Body Is The Garden Of The Soul.

What Makes The Voice Pathetic Is That It Doesn't Know What Kind Of People It's Reaching. Us. No One Hears It, Except Us. This Age Wanted Heroes. It Got Us Instead: Carefully Constructed, But Immobile. Subtle But, Unfit To Take Up The Burden Of The Times. It Happens. A Whole Generation Of Washouts. History Says Stand Up, And We Totter And Collapse, Weeping, Moved, But Not Sufficient.