All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.
Mediocre writers borrow; great writers steal.
At the still point, there the dance is.
We can say of Shakespeare, that never has a man turned so little knowledge to such great account.
It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.
Writing every day is a way of keeping the engine running, and then something good may come out of it.