History is one of those marvelous and necessary illusions we have to deal with. It's one of the ways of dealing with our world with impossible generalities which we couldn't live without.

History is where tensions were.

I have a plot, but not much happens.

I would talk in iambic pentameter if it were easier.

Write what you know. That should leave you with a lot of free time.

The only way out is the way through, just as you cannot escape death except by dying. Being unable to write, you must examine in writing this being unable, which becomes for the present -henceforth?- the subject to which you are condemned.

Once in awhile you have a thought, and you rhyme it.