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You Write By Sitting Down And Writing. There's No Particular Time Or Place—you Suit Yourself, Your Nature. How One Works, Assuming He's Disciplined, Doesn't Matter.

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud.

I Love Metaphor. It Provides Two Loaves Where There Seems To Be One. Sometimes It Throws In A Load Of Fish.

I Work With Language. I Love The Flowers Of Afterthought.

We Have In My Country (russia) A Quotation: "it Is Impossible To Make Out Of Apology A Fur Coat.