If Reality Had A Stage

Life Is A Process Of One Goneness After Another.

I'll Never Retire. They'll Have To Take My Computer Out Of My Cold, Dead Hands. I'm Addicted To Writing. I Feel Physically Unwell If I'm Not Doing It.

An Ordinary Mirror Is Silvered At The Back But The Window Of The Night Train Has Darkness Behind The Glass. My Face And The Faces Of Other Travellers Were Now Mirrored On This Darkness In A Succession Of Stillnesses. Consider This, Said The Darkness: Any Motion At Any Speed Is A Succession Of Stillnesses; Any Section Through An Action Will Show Just Such A Plane Of Stillness As This Dark Window In Which Your Seeking Face Is Mirrored. And In Each Plane Of Stillness Is The Moment Of Clarity That Makes You Responsible For What You Do.

Me, What's That After All? An Arbitrary Limitation Of Being Bounded By The People Before And After And On Either Side. Where They Leave Off I Begin, And Vice Versa.

The First Thing I Would Say To Young Writers Is, "don't Do It, Unless You Can't Stand Not To Do It." And The Second Thing I Would Say Is, "if You Do Do It, And Get Into It, The Constant Rule You Should Have In Mind Is To Explore Your Material." It Sounds Simple, But It Isn't, Because People Often Want To Get From A To B, And They Don't Stop To Look At What Is In The Material.