The Writer Is One Who, Embarking Upon

I Keep Wondering If, Say, There Is Intelligent Life On Other Planets, The Scientists Argue That Something Like Two Percent Of The Other Planets Have The Conditions, The Physical Conditions, To Support Life In The Way It Happened Here, Did Christ Visit Each And Every Planet, Go Through The Same Routine, The Agony In The Garden, The Crucifixion, And So On.

Maybe Writing Can't Be Taught, But Editing Can Be Taught—prayer, Fasting And Self-mutilation.

The Task Is Not So Much To Solve Problems As To Propose Questions.

I Don't Believe That We Are What We Do Although Many Thinkers Argue Otherwise. I Believe That What We Do Is, Very Often, A Poor Approximation Of What We Are -- An Imperfect Manifestation Of A Much Better Totality. Even The Best Of Us Sometimes Bite Off, As It Were, Less Than We Can Chew.

Goals Incapable Of Attainment Have Driven Many A Man To Despair, But Despair Is Easier To Get To Than That -- One Need Merely Look Out Of The Window, For Example.