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No Matter How Piercing And Appalling His Insights, The Desolation Creeping Over His Outer World, The Lurid Lights And Shadows Of His Inner World, The Writer Must Live With Hope, Work In Faith

If We Openly Declare What Is Wrong With Us, What Is Our Deepest Need, Then Perhaps The Death And Despair Will By Degrees Disappear.

Write As Often As Possible, Not With The Idea At Once Of Getting Into Print, But As If You Were Learning An Instrument.

The Point Is To Be Good-to Be Sensitive And Sincere.

I'm In The Business Of Providing People With Secondary Satisfactions. It Wouldn't Have Done Me Much Good If They Had All Written Their Own Plays, Would It?