Write About What You're Afraid Of.

Can The Life Of The Time Be Caught In An Advertisement? Is That How It Is, Really, In The Meadows Of The World?

Goals Incapable Of Attainment Have Driven Many A Man To Despair, But Despair Is Easier To Get To Than That -- One Need Merely Look Out Of The Window, For Example.

Art Is Not Difficult Because It Wishes To Be Difficult, Rather Because It Wishes To Be Art. However Much The Writer Might Long To Be Straightforward, These Virtues Are No Longer Available To Him. He Discovers That In Being Simple, Honest, Straightforward, Nothing Much Happens.

I Think Writers Like Old Cities And Are Made Very Nervous By New Cities.

The Death Of God Left The Angels In A Strange Position. They Were Overtaken Suddenly By A Fundamental Question. One Can Attempt To Imagine The Moment. How Did They Look At The Instant The Question Invaded Them, Flooding The Angelic Consciousness, Taking Hold With Terrifying Force? The Question Was, "what Are Angels?" New To Questioning, Unaccustomed To Terror, Unskilled In Aloneness, The Angels (we Assume) Fell Into Despair.