Traveling Wears Me Out.

It's A Very Excruciating Life Facing That Blank Piece Of Paper Every Day And Having To Reach Up Somewhere Into The Clouds And Bring Something Down Out Of Them.

All Human Life Has Its Seasons And Cycles, And No One's Personal Chaos Can Be Permanent. Winter, After All, Gives Way To Spring And Summer, Though Sometimes When Branches Stay Dark And The Earth Cracks With Ice, One Thinks They Will Never Come, That Spring, And That Summer, But They Do, And Always.

I Feel That All A Writer Has Is His Own Experience.

Are There Any Writers On The Literary Scene Whom I Consider Truly Great? Yes: Truman Capote.

One Always Likes One's Latest Book Best. That's A Natural Feeling.