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.

Occasionally a student writer comes up with something really beautiful and moving, and you won't know for years if it was an accident or the first burst of something wonderful.

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

A chronicle is very different from history proper.

It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.

Shakespeare tells the same stories over and over in so many guises that it takes a long time before you notice.