The Road To Hell Is Paved With

You Know That Fiction, Prose Rather, Is Possibly The Roughest Trade Of All In Writing. You Do Not Have The Reference, The Old Important Reference. You Have The Sheet Of Blank Paper, The Pencil, And The Obligation To Invent Truer Than Things Can Be True. You Have To Take What Is Not Palpable And Make It Completely Palpable And Also Have It Seem Normal And So That It Can Become A Part Of Experience Of The Person Who Reads It.

That Every Day Should Be A Fiesta Seemed To Me A Wonderful Discovery.

Something, Or Something Awful Or Something Wonderful Was Certain To Happen On Every Day In This Part Of Africa.

Shooting Gives Me A Good Feeling. It Is Faster Than Baseball And You Are Out On One Strike.

Worry Destroys The Ability To Write.