If We Are True, If We Can

Who Knows, Maybe This Whole Planet Is An Asylum, A Penal Realm. A Place For Hard Cases.

If You Are Working In An Office, Where Do You Find The Time To Write A Novel? But You Can Finish A Short Story In Five Pages. Furthermore, A Short Story Is A Perfect Place To Learn The Craft

To Poison A Nation, Poison Its Stories. A Demoralised Nation Tells Demoralised Stories To Itself. Beware Of The Storytellers Who Are Not Fully Conscious Of The Importance Of Their Gifts, And Who Are Irresponsible In The Application Of Their Art: They

Ghetto-dwellers Are The Great Fantasists. There Was An Extraordinary Vibrancy There, An Imaginative Life. When You Are That Poor, All You've Got Left Is Your Belief In The Imagination.

The Higher The Artist, The Fewer The Gestures. The Fewer The Tools, The Greater The Imagination. The Greater The Will, The Greater The Secret Failure.