Pride, That Invisible Bone That Keeps The

Don't Wait For The Muse. As I've Said, He's A Hardheaded Guy Who's Not Susceptible To A Lot Of Creative Fluttering. This Isn't The Ouija Board Or The Spirit-world We're Talking About Here, But Just Another Job Like Laying Pipe Or Driving Long-haul Trucks. Your Job Is To Make Sure The Muse Knows Where You're Going To Be Every Day From Nine 'til Noon. Or Seven 'til Three. If He Does Know, I Assure You That Sooner Or Later He'll Start Showing Up.

Death Is A Mystery, And Burial Is A Secret.

An Idea Is Like A Cold Germ: Sooner Or Later Someone Always Catches It.

Even People Capable Of Living In The Past Don't Really Know What The Future Holds.

What We Like To Think Of Ourselves And What We Really Are Rarely Have Much In Common.