Ambition is a Dead Sea fruit, and the greatest peril to the soul is th >>
Writing is conscience, scruple, and the farming of our ancestors. >>
Everything ultimately fails, for we die, and that is either the penult >>
Mostly, we authors must repeat ourselves -- that's the truth. We have >>
Thus, with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant >>
Writing ought either to be the manufacture of stories for which there >>
Writing is conscience, scruple, and the farming of our ancestors.