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“Have you noticed how prejudice still exists today? For instance, now they challenge famous people for their past achievements: People like Christopher Columbus and now even Vince Lombardi. Nothing surprises me. I never grew-up with prejudices against anyone. I don't care what color you are or where you came from. This sort of stuff to me never made sense. You see I grew up in an "educated family." Education teaches you not to be so ignorant.”

“…the literary world is filled with kooks and fanatical people obsessed with writers but they don’t write themselves or are afraid to. I can always tell who writes for a living by what they want to discuss with me. Anyone who makes a living or earns money writing has shared their works etc; likes to discuss life itself ie: anything except writing. And if it’s discussed it’s usually in terms of endearment, writers who influenced us to attempt to make money writing. Anyone who fantasizes about writing or being a writer and maybe just writes casually and privately, oddly wants to talk about authors. To critique them categorize them and talk about their interpretations of their works and other various judgments on why they are good or not. If you ask them why they haven’t published they tend to have a list of cowardly reasons why they can’t bring themselves to completing or showing anything they have written or published themselves …”

“The realization that a decline in the moral state impedes the flowering of literature is a feeling unique to the Jewish people. Only we realize in truth that in order to improve the quality of literature, there is a necessary prerequisite, that the writers first cleanse their souls. We feel in ourselves the great need for penitence so that we might rise to the sublime heights of the noble literature that is uniquely ours, that stems from the wisdom of Israel, whose source is holiness and purity, faith and spiritual heroism.- Kook, Lights of Penitence, p. 118.”

“All her English professors say the best authors write what they know, but all Melanie knows is what has already been written. Petra is always on her case about going out into the world, experiencing things, but Melanie prefers to spend her time in her own reading chair at home. There she can sit with the quiet and not worry about filling a silence, coming up with something to add to a conversation. Petra always says Melanie is too worried about what people think, that Melanie truly believes no one will think what she has to say is worth listening to. Maybe Petra is right.”

“There are two gradations of cold that are always acceptable: Mild Frost, which is preferable for reading and writing and any other activity done indoors, and Absolute Zero, which is the only temperature suitable for sleep. There is nothing more delicious than being swathed in a cocoon of blankets and awaking with a nose frosted over with rime, and once I do achieve vampiric heights and fall asleep with the mastery of a corpse lately dead, I am best left alone until I wake up at my usual time. I do tend to bite when rattled out of my flocculent coffin, and everyone in my building knows never to disturb me during the early morning hours. Authors, being crepuscular creatures, should never be roused before 11am: the creative mind is never turned off; it only dies momentarily and its revived by the scent of coffee at the proper time. Bacon is also an acceptable restorative.”

“Some of the people who hate me love some of the sentences that I have written, until they get to the name of the person to whom the sentences are attributed.”

“Writers don't make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But then again we don't work either. We sit around in our underwear until noon then go downstairs and make coffee, fry some eggs, read the paper, read part of a book, smell the book, wonder if perhaps we ourselves should work on our book, smell the book again, throw the book across the room because we are quite jealous that any other person wrote a book, feel terribly guilty about throwing the schmuck's book across the room because we secretly wonder if God in heaven noticed our evil jealousy, or worse, our laziness. We then lie across the couch facedown and mumble to God to forgive us because we are secretly afraid He is going to dry up all our words because we envied another man's stupid words. And for this, as I said, we are paid a dollar. We are worth so much more.”