You Unlock The Door With The Key

I Don't Have Close Relationships With Agents. They're Friends, But They're Not Confidants.

The Chancellor, The Late Chancellor, Was Only Partly Correct, He Was Obsolete. But So Was The State, The Entity He Worshipped. Any State, Any Entity, Any Ideology That Fails To Recognize The Worth, The Dignity, The Rights Of Man, That State Is Obsolete. A Case To Be Filed Under 'm' For Mankind... In The Twilight Zone.

Now Death Is With Us In Such Abundance And Hovers Over Us In So Massive A Form That We Don't Have Time To Invent A Mythology, Nor Is Our Creativity Directed Toward Same. Now It's To Prevent Death.

This Is, If Not A Lifetime Process, It's Awfully Close To It. The Writer Broadens, Becomes Deeper, Becomes More Observant, Becomes More Tempered, Becomes Much Wiser Over A Period Time Passing. It Is Not Something That Is Injected Into Him By A Needle. It Is Not Something That Comes On A Wave Of Flashing, Explosive Light One Night And Say, 'huzzah! Eureka! I've Got It!' And Then Proceeds To Write The Great American Novel In Eleven Days. It Doesn't Work That Way. It's A Long, Tedious, Tough, Frustrating Process, But Never, Ever Be Put Aside By The Fact That It's Hard.

The Good Agent Probably Is Not The Reader, He's Just The Guy Who Can Put Together A Deal.