A friend came to visit James Joyce one day and found the great man sprawled across his writing desk in a posture of utter despair. James, whatโs wrong?' the friend asked. 'Is it the work?' Joyce indicated assent without even raising his head to look at his friend. Of course it was the work; isnโt it always? How many words did you get today?' the friend pursued. Joyce (still in despair, still sprawled facedown on his desk): 'Seven.' Seven? But Jamesโฆ thatโs good, at least for you.' Yes,' Joyce said, finally looking up. 'I suppose it isโฆ but I donโt know what order they go in!
Stephen KingIf you donโt have the time to do something right, where are you going to find the time to fix it?
Stephen KingShe knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand's reach of memory. She doubted if they all sensed it - they had seen the world - but even George was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace.
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