For Writing A First Draft Requires From

I Cannot Cause Light; The Most I Can Do Is Try To Put Myself In The Path Of Its Beam.

Unfortunately, Nature Is Very Much A Now-you-see-it, Now-you-don't Affair. A Fish Flashes, Then Dissolves In The Water Before My Eyes Like So Much Salt. Deer Apparently Ascend Bodily Into Heaven; The Brightest Oriole Fades Into Leaves.

Why Did I Have To Keep Learning This Same Thing Over And Over?

I Do Not So Much Write A Book As Sit Up With It, As A Dying Friend. I Hold Its Hand And Hope It Will Get Better.

A Writer Looking For Subjects Inquires Not After What He Loves Best, But After What He Alone Loves At All.