The Real And Proper Question Is: Why

The Real And Proper Question Is: Why Is It Beautiful?

I Know Only Enough Of God To Want To Worship Him, By Any Means Ready To Hand.

On Plenty Of Days The Writer Can Write Three Or Four Pages, And On Plenty Of Other Days He Concludes He Must Throw Them Away.

A Writer Looking For Subjects Inquires Not After What He Loves Best, But After What He Alone Loves At All.

The Sensation Of Writing A Book Is The Sensation Of Spinning, Blinded By Love And Daring. It Is The Sensation Of A Stunt Pilot's Turning Barrel Rolls, Or An Inchworm's Blind Rearing From A Stem In Search Of A Route. At Its Worst, It Feels Like Alligator Wrestling, At The Level Of The Sentence.