You should love literature. You should live in the library. Forget about films.

You fail only if you stop writing.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

Sometimes you have intuitive insight about how you think things are going to be, and you write that. Other times you fantasize completely, which has nothing to do with predicting the future.

Science and religion have to go hand in hand with the mystery, because there's a certain point beyond which you say, "There are no answers."

Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else.

Thus through half-belief, we are often doomed to repeat that very past we should have learned from.