Genius Is A Strong Aphrodisiac.

One Writes Not By Will But By Surrender.

Perhaps All Artists Were, In A Sense, Housewives: Tenders Of The Earth Household.

It Is For This, Partly, That I Write. How Can I Know What I Think Unless I See What I Write.

Isn't It Our Job To Be Appalled By Our Parents? Isn't It Every Generation's Duty To Be Dismayed By The Previous Generation? And To Assert That We Are Different - Only To Discover Later That We Are Distressingly The Same?

Writers Are Always At The Edge Of The Inferno, And The Fire Is Licking At Our Toes. Luckily, This Turns Us On!