I Try To Give'em A Reason, You

Don’t Talk Like That, Dill,” Said Aunt Alexandra. “it’s Not Becoming To A Child. It’s – Cynical.” “i Ain’t Cynical, Miss Alexandra. Tellin’ The Truth’s Not Cynical, Is It?” “the Way You Tell It, It Is.

People Who Write For Reward By Way Of Recognition Or Monetary Gain Don't Know What They're Doing. They're In The Category Of Those Who Write; They Are Not Writers. Writing Is Simply Something You Must Do. It's Rather Like Virtue In That It Is Its Own Reward. Writing Is Selfish And Contradictory In Its Terms. First Of All, You're Writing For An Audience Of One, You Must Please The One Person You're Writing For. Yourself.

Dill Was Off Again. Beautiful Things Floated Around In His Dreamy Head. He Could Read Two Books To My One, But He Preferred The Magic Of His Own Inventions. He Could Add And Subtract Faster Than Lightning, But He Preferred His Own Twilight World, A World Where Babies Slept, Waiting To Be Gathered Like Morning Lilies.

Characters Make Their Own Plot. The Dimensions Of The Characters Determine The Action Of The Novel.

I Do Much Of My Creative Thinking While Golfing. If People Know You're Working At Home They Think Nothing Of Walking In For A Cup Of Coffee, But Wouldn't Dream Of Interrupting On The Golf Course.