Art, Of Course, Is A

Self Pity Is Easily The Most Destructive Of The Non-pharmaceutical Narcotics; It Is Addictive, Gives Momentary Pleasure And Separates The Victim From Reality.

People Will Tell You That Writing Is Too Difficult, That It's Impossible To Get Your Work Published, That You Might As Well Hang Yourself. Meanwhile, They'll Keep Writing And You'll Have Hanged Yourself.

Poor Grendel's Had An Accident. So May You All.

Find A Pile Of Gold And Sit On It.

It Would Be, For Me, Mere Pointless Pleasure, An Illusion Of Order For This One Frail, Foolish, Flicker-flash In The Long Dull Fall Of Eternity.