The Reality Is That Changes Are Coming...

When The Writing Is Really Working, I Think There Is Something Like Dreaming Going On. I Don't Know How To Draw The Line Between The Conscious Management Of What You're Doing And This State. . . . I Would Say That It's Related To Daydreaming. When I Feel Really Engaged With A Passage, I Become So Lost In It That I'm Unaware Of My Real Surroundings, Totally Involved In The Pictures And Sounds That That Passage Evokes.

The Second Stage Set In Ten Or Fifteen Days After The Bombing. The Main Symptom Was Falling Hair. Diarrhoea And Fever, Which In Some Cases Went As High As 106, Came Next.

The Writer Must Not Invent. The Legend On The License Must Read: None Of This Was Made Up.

To Be A Writer Is To Throw Away A Great Deal, Not To Be Satisfied, To Type Again, And Then Again And Once More, And Over And Over.

At Exactly Fifteen Minutes Past Eight In The Morning, On August 6, 1945, Japanese Time, At The Moment When The Atomic Bomb Flashed Above Hiroshima, Miss Toshiko Sasaki, A Clerk In The Personnel Department Of The East Asia Tin Works, Had Just Sat Down At Her Place In The Plant Office And Was Turning Her Head To Speak To The Girl At The Next Desk.