I Cannot Start A Story Or Chapter

I Spent Ages Figuring Out Things Like Viewpoint, How You Tell The Story, And So On.

I Was Very Young When I Prepared Those Prints. I Suspect The Reason I Couldn't Celebrate The Floating World Was That I Couldn't Bring Myself To Believe In Its Worth. Young Men Are Often Guilt-ridden About Pleasure, And I Suppose I Was No Different. I Suppose I Thought That To Pass Away One's Time In Such Places, To Spend One's Skills Celebrating Things So Intangible And Transient, I Suppose I Thought It All Rather Wasteful, All Rather Decadent. It's Hard To Appreciate The Beauty Of A World When One Doubts Its Very Validity

You Need To Remember That. If You’re To Have Decent Lives, You Have To Know Who You Are And What Lies Ahead Of You, Every One Of You.

Perhaps One Day, All These Conflicts Will End, And It Won't Be Because Of Great Statesmen Or Churches Or Organisations Like This One. It'll Be Because People Have Changed. They'll Be Like You, Puffin. More A Mixture. So Why Not Become A Mongrel? It's Healthy.

I Think There Is A Huge Difference Between Writers Who Have Very Big Sales, And Writers Who Have Small Sales. Even Writers With Very High Reputations, Even Nobel Prize Winners, Often Sell In Very Low Figures.