I'm Hoping To Be Astonished Tomorrow By

Fishing Tournaments Seem A Little Like Playing Tennis With Living Balls.

Some People Hear Their Own Inner Voices With Great Clearness And They Live By What They Hear. Such People Become Crazy, Or They Become Legends.

I Wonder, When A Writer's Blocked And Doesn't Have Any Resources To Pull Himself Out Of It, Why Doesn't He Jump In His Car And Drive Around The U.s.a.? I Went Last Winter For Seven Thousand Miles And It Was Lovely. Inexpensive, Too.

I Can Write Anywhere.

As An English Major I Was Familiar With The Stories Of Dozens Of Writers Trying To Get Their Work Done Among The Multifarious Diversions Of The World And The Hurdles Of Their Own Vices. A Professor Had Said That What Saved Writers Is That They, Like Politicians, Had The Illusion Of Destiny That Allowed Them To Overcome Obstacles No Matter How Nominal Their Work.