I Think That In Order To Write

Big Doesn't Necessarily Mean Better. Sunflowers Aren't Better Than Violets.

I Never Would Just Open A Door And Walk Through, I Had To Bust It Down For The Hell Of It. I Just Naturally Liked Doing Things The Hard Way.

The Ideal View For Daily Writing, Hour For Hour, Is The Blank Brick Wall Of A Cold-storage Warehouse. Failing This, A Stretch Of Sky Will Do, Cloudless If Possible.

Now Gae Your Wa'stho'anes As Gude As Ever Happit Flesh And Blude, Yet Part We Maunthe Case Sae Hard Is, Amang The Writers And The Bardies That Lang They'll Brook The Auld I Trow, Or Neibours Cry,'weel Brook The New'.

I Am Not Belittling The Brave Pioneer Men But The Sunbonnet As Well As The Sombrero Has Helped To Settle This Glorious Land Of Ours.