To young people the future is still long.
There isn't much to say. I haven't been at all deedy.
As regards plots I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots.
Truth is so impossible. Something has to be done for it.
When I die, people will say it is the best thing for me. It is because they know it is the worst. They want to avoid the feeling of pity. As though they were the people most concerned!
Most of the pleasure of making a book would go if it held nothing to be shared by other people. I would write for a few dozen people, and sometimes it seems that I do so, but I would not write for no-one.