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Perhaps I Should Not Have Been A Fisherman, He Thought. But That Was The Thing That I Was Born For.

When I Am Working On A Book Or A Story I Write Every Morning As Soon After First Light As Possible. There Is No One To Disturb You And It Is Cool Or Cold And You Come To Your Work And Warm As You Write. . . .when You Stop You Are As Empty, And At The Same Time Never Empty But Filling, As When You Have E Made Love To Someone You Love. Nothing Can Hurt You, Nothing Can Happen, Nothing Means Anything Until The Next Day When You Do It Again. It Is The Wait Until The Next Day That Is Hard To Get Through.

Hail Nothing Full Of Nothing, Nothing Is With Thee.

You Know You’re Writing Well When You're Throwing Good Stuff Into The Wastebasket.

Where A Man Feels At Home, Outside Of Where He’s Born, Is Where He’s Meant To Go.