He Who Hesitates Is Not Only Lost,

Nothing That Can Be, Can Come Between Me And The Full Prospect Of My Hopes.

He Had Never Before Felt So Self-consciously Young, Nor Experienced Such Appetite, Such Impatience For The Story To Begin.

Nothing Was To Be Lost By Beginning At The Beginning.

Not Everything People Did Could Be In A Correct, Logical Order, Especially When They Were Alone.

I Couldn't Think About Novels At All. It Seemed The Only Writing That Was Appropriate To That Horrendous Event Was Journalism, Reportage. And, In Fact, I Think The Profession Rose Quite Honorably To The Task. Novelists Require A Slower Turnover, I Mean, In Time.