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I Was Brought Up In The Great Tradition Of The Late Nineteenth Century: That A Writer Never Complains, Never Explains And Never Disdains.

Things Are Going To Go Wrong, And I Think We Are False To Life If We Don’t Portray It. But There Is Also The Hope That Some Lucky Clown Is Going To Come Along And Stumble Into The Gold Mine. And I Think You Are Also Entitled To Hold Out That Hope.

When This Is Over, I'm Not Going To Be The Same Guy. I Am Going To Live As If I Were A Great Man.

The Extreme Geniality Of San Francisco's Economic, Intellectual And Political Climate Makes It The Most Varied And Challenging City In The United States.

The Really Great Writers Are People Like Emily Brontë Who Sit In A Room And Write Out Of Their Limited Experience And Unlimited Imagination.