The Old Man Looked At

The Shortest Answer Is Doing The Thing.

There Isn't Any Me. I'm You. Don't Make Up A Separate Me.

As A Nobel Prize Winner I Cannot But Regret That The Award Was Never Given To Mark Twain, Nor To Henry James, Speaking Only Of My Own Countrymen. Greater Writers Than These Also Did Not Receive The Prize. I Would Have Been Happy - Happier - Today If The Prize Had Been Given To That Beautiful Writer Isak Dinesen.

Worry Destroys The Ability To Write.

We Wait Always For Something That Does Not Come.