The Road To Hell Is Paved With

When You Publish A Book, It's The World's Book. The World Edits It.

Nothing Bad Can Happen To A Writer. Everything Is Material.

Fear Tends To Manifest Itself Much More Quickly Than Greed, So Volatile Markets Tend To Be On The Downside. In Up Markets, Volatility Tends To Gradually Decline.

People Were Standing Up Everywhere Shouting, "this Is Me! This Is Me!" Every Time You Looked At Them They Stood Up And Told You Who They Were, And The Truth Of It Was That They Had No More Idea Who Or What They Were Than He Had. They Believed Their Flashing Signs, Too. They Ought To Be Standing Up And Shouting, "this Isn't Me! This Isn't Me!" They Would If They Had Any Decency. "this Isn't Me!" Then You Might Know How To Proceed Through The Flashing Bullshit Of This World.

Each Book Starts From Ashes Really. I Don't Feel That I Have This To Say Or That To Say Or This Story To Tell Or That Story To Tell, But I Want To Be Occupied With The Writing Process While I'm Living.