What Makes People So Impatient Is What

The Raw Materials Of Reality Without The Glue Of Time Are Materials Adrift And Reality Is As Meaningless As The Balsa Parts Of A Model Airplane Scattered To The Wind.

Then - As He Was Talking - A Set Of Tail-lights Going Past Lit Up Mcmurphy's Face, And The Windshield Reflected An Expression That Was Allowed Only Because He Figured It'd Be Too Dark For Anybody In The Car To See, Dreadfully Tired And Strained And Frantic, Like There Wasn't Enough Time Left For Something He Had To Do.

You Can't Blame The President For The State Of The Country, It's Always The Poets' Fault. You Can't Expect Politicians To Come Up With A Vision, They Don't Have It In Them. Poets Have To Come Up With The Vision And They Have To Turn It On So It Sparks And Catches Hold.

No, That Nurse Ain't Some Kinda Monster Chicken, Buddy, What She Is Is A Ball-cutter. I've Seen A Thousand Of 'em, Old And Young, Men And Women. Seen 'em All Over The Country And In The Homes- People Who Try To Make You Weak So They Can Get You To Toe The Line, To Follow Their Rules, To Live Like They Want You To. And The Best Way To Do This, To Get You To Knuckle Under, Is To Weaken You By Gettin' You Where It Hurts The Worst.

Luckily, I Remembered Something Malcolm Cowley Had Taught Us At Stanford - Perhaps The Most Important Lesson A Writing Class (not A Writer, Understand, But A Class) Can Ever Learn. 'be Gentle With One Another's Efforts,' He Often Admonished Us. 'be Kind And Considerate With Your Criticism. Always Remember That It's Just As Hard To Write A Bad Book As It Is To Write A Good Book.'