A Writer Of Fiction Lives In Fear.

It Is Most Unlikely. But--here Comes The Big "but"--not Impossible.

The Bristol Channel Was Always My Guide, And I Was Always Able To Draw An Imaginary Line From My Bed To Our House Over In Wales. It Was A Great Comfort.

The Writer Walks Out Of His Workroom In A Daze. He Wants A Drink. He Needs It. It Happens To Be A Fact That Nearly Every Writer Of Fiction In The World Drinks More Whisky Than Is Good For Him. He Does It To Give Himself Faith Hope And Courage. A Person Is A Fool To Become A Writer. His Only Compensation Is Absolute Freedom. He Has No Master Except His Own Soul And That I Am Sure Is Why He Does It.

A Little Magic Can Take You A Long Way.

Give Us Strength, Oh Lord, To Let Our Children Starve.