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You Can't Write About People Out Of Textbooks, And You Can't Use Jargon. You Have To Speak Clearly And Simply And Purely In A Language That A Six-year-old Child Can Understand; And Yet Have The Meanings And The Overtones Of Language, And The Implications, That Appeal To The Highest Intelligence.

Trust Your Happiness And The Richness Of Your Life At This Moment. It Is As True And As Much Yours As Anything Else That Ever Happened To You.

Every Young Artist Has To Do It One Way, His [or Her] Way, And The Hell With Patterns. Remember Who You Are And Where You Are And What You Are Doing.... And Never Take Advice, Including This.

A Story Is Like Something You Wind Out Of Yourself. Like A Spider, It Is A Web You Weave, And You Love Your Story Like A Child.

In This Moment She Felt That She Had Been Robbed Of An Enormous Number Of Valuable Things, Whether Material Or Intangible: Things Lost Or Broken By Her Own Fault, Things She Had Forgotten And Left In Houses When She Moved: Books Borrowed From Her And Not Returned, Journeys She Had Planned And Had Not Made, Words She Had Waited To Hear Spoken To Her And Had Not Heard, And The Words She Meant To Answer With. . . .