I'm Superstitious. I Keep Mum While I'm

Every Sun Casts A Shadow, And Genius's Shadow Is Resistance.

What Force Is Yanking At Our Sleeves? This Process Of Self-revision And Self-correction Is So Common We Don't Even Notice. But It's A Miracle.

The Professional Learns To Recognize Envy-driven Criticism And To Take It For What It Is: The Supreme Compliment. The Critic Hates Most That Which He Would Have Done Himself If He Had Had The Guts.

I Love Memoirs, Particularly Obscure Ones Because The Writer Is Usually A Regular Guy Just Telling What Happened To Him And To His Friends. What These Tales Lack In Artfulness They Make Up For In Passion And Authenticity. For A Writer Of Fiction, They Are Solid Gold. I Have Stolen So Much From Memoirs It's Ridiculous.

These Scars On My Body,” Alexander Declared, “were Got For You, My Brothers. Every Wound, As You See, Is In The Front. Let That Man Stand Forth From Your Ranks Who Has Bled More Than I, Or Endured More Than I For Your Sake. Show Him To Me, And I Will Yield To Your Weariness And Go Home.” Not A Man Came Forward. Instead, A Great Cheer Arose From The Army. The Men Begged Their King To Forgive Them For Their Want Of Spirit And Pleaded With Him Only To Lead Them Forward.