Memory Whispers Someplace In That Jumbled Machinery.

This World Belongs To The Strong, My Friend! The Ritual Of Our Existence Is Based On The Strong Getting Stronger By Devouring The Weak. We Must Face Up To This. No More Than Right That It Should Be This Way. We Must Learn To Accept It As A Law Of The Natural World. The Rabbits Accept Their Role In The Ritual And Recognize The Wolf As The Strong. In Defense, The Rabbit Becomes Sly And Frightened And Elusive And He Digs Holes And Hides When The Wolf Is About. And He Endures, He Goes On. He Knows His Place. He Most Certainly Doesn't Challenge The Wolf To Combat. Now, Would That Be Wise? Would It?

Me And Norman Mailer Have Talked About How Hard It Is In America To Get Better. Especially At Writing.

You Don't Lead By Pointing And Telling People Some Place To Go. You Lead By Going To That Place And Making A Case.

Marvelous Wonders Don't Have To Happen Of A Sudden, The Way They Do In The Arabian Nights. They Can Also Take A Long Time, Like Crystals Growing, Or Minds Changing, Or Leaves Turning. The Trick Is To Keep An Eye Peeled, So They Don't Slip By Unappreciated.

I'd Rather Be A Lightning Rod Than A Seismograph.