The one sure way I can dishonor myself is by worrying about my reputation.

Fire the doubters out of your life.

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.

Maybe the books can get us half out of the cave. They just might stop us from making the same damm insane mistakes!

When your dawn theater sounds to clear your sinuses: don't delay. Jump. Those voices may be gone before you hit the shower to align your wits. Speed is everything. The 90-mph dash to your machine is a sure cure for life rampant and death most real. Make haste to live. Oh, God, yes. Live. And write. With great haste.

People try to force things. It's disastrous. Just leave your mind alone. Your intuition knows what it wants to write, so get out of the way.

From now on I hope always to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out.