Never Get Involved In A Land War

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.

Nobody Knows Anything.

Anything There Is That I Can Do For You, I Will Do For You; Anything There Is That I Cannot Do, I Will Learn To Do.

See?" Fezzik Pointed Then. Far Down, At The Very Bottom Of The Mountain Path, The Man In Black Could Be Seen Running. "inigo Is Beaten." Inconceivable!" Exploded The Sicilian. Fezzik Never Dared Disagree With The Hunchback. "i'm So Stupid," Fezzik Nodded. "inigo Has Not Lost To The Man In Black, He Has Defeated Him. And To Prove It He Has Put On All The Man In Black's Clothes And Masks And Hoods And Boots And Gained Eighty Pounds.

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