You See A Lot Of Smart Guys

Allow Me To Put The Record Straight. I Am Forty-six And Have Been For Some Years Past.

[henry Miller] Was Such A Scribomaniac That Even When He Lived In The Same House As Lawrence Durrell They Often Exchanged Letters. For Most Of His Life, Henry Wrote Literally Dozens Of Letters A Day To People He Could Have Easily Engaged In Conversation - And Did. The Writing Process, In Short, Was Essential. As It Is To All Real Writers, Writing Was Life And Breath To Him. He Put Out Words As A Tree Puts Out Leaves.

Love Is Love, But Marriage Is An Investment.

... What Is Great Poetry, After All, But The Continuation Of The Human Voice After Death?

Nothing You Write Is Ever Lost To You. At Some Other Level Your Mind Is Working On It.