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I Owe The Discovery Of Uqbar To The Conjunction Of A Mirror And An Encyclopedia.

I Have Committed The Worst Of Sins One Can Commit... I Have Not Been Happy.

Poetry Remembers That It Was An Oral Art Before It Was A Written Art.

At The Beginning Of Their Careers Many Writers Have A Need To Overwrite. They Choose Carefully Turned-out Phrases; They Want To Impress Their Readers With Their Large Vocabularies. By The Excesses Of Their Language, These Young Men And Women Try To Hide Their Sense Of Inexperience. With Maturity The Writer Becomes More Secure In His Ideas. He Finds His Real Tone And Develops A Simple And Effective Style.

I Wonder If I Have Woven Through Dreams The Sexual Strife. I Don't Think So. But After All, My Business Is To Weave Dreams. I Suppose I May Be Allowed To Choose The Material.