If You Write Beautifully, You Write Beautifully,

If You Write, Fix Pipes, Grade Papers, Lay Bricks Or Drive A Taxi - Do It With A Sense Of Pride. And Do It The Best You Know How. Be Cognizant And Sympathetic To The Guy Alongside, Because He Wants A Place In The Sun, Too. And Always...always Look Past His Color, His Creed, His Religion And The Shape Of His Ears. Look For The Whole Person. Judge Him As The Whole Person.

Personally, My Daughter's Wedding Gave Me A Tremendous Pleasure.

I Think Willa Cather Did A Short Story Called "paul's Case," And In It, When He Finally Commits Suicide, It Says, "he Surrendered To The Black Design Of Things." And That's What I Anticipate Death Will Be: A Totally Unconscious Void In Which You Float Through Eternity With No Particular Consciousness Of Anything. I Think Once Around Is Enough. I Don't Want To Start It All Over Again.

Ideas Come From The Earth. They Come From Every Human Experience That You’ve Either Witnessed Or Have Heard About, Translated Into Your Brain In Your Own Sense Of Dialogue, In Your Own Language Form. Ideas Are Born From What Is Smelled, Heard, Seen, Experienced, Felt, Emotionalized. Ideas Are Probably In The Air, Like Little Tiny Items Of Ozone.

If You Have The Temerity To Try To Dramatize A Theme That Involves Any Particular Social Controversy Currently Extant. . . Then You're In Deep Trouble.