Everyone Ends Up Moving Alone Towards The

Nothing Fades So Quickly As What Is Unchanged.

It's Absolutely Fatal To Your Writing To Think About How Your Work Will Be Received. It's A Betrayal Of Whatever Talent You Have.

I Couldn't Be Sufficiently Interested In Human Beings To Be A Writer If I Had Contempt For Human Beings.

Peace. The Upland Serenity Of High Altitude, The Openness Of Grassland Without Indigenous Bush Or Trees; The Greening, Yellowing Or Silver-browning That Prevailed, According To Season.

A Writer Doesn't Only Need The Time When He's Actually Writing - He Or She Has Got To Have Time To Think And Time Just To Let Things Work Out. Nothing Is Worse For This Than Society. Nothing Is Worse For This Than The Abrasive, If Enjoyable, Effect Of Other People.