At night, when the objective world has slunk back into its cavern and left dreamers to their own, there come inspirations and capabilities impossible at any less magical and quiet hour. No one knows whether or not he is a writer unless he has tried writing at night.
If you remember nothing else, remember this: Inspiration from outside one's self is like the heat in an oven. It makes passable Bath buns. But inspiration from within is like a volcano: It changes the face of the world.
"Of All God's Creatures, There Is Only One That Cannot Be Made Slave Of The Leash. That One Is The Cat. If Man Could Be Crossed With The Cat It Would Improve The Man, But It Would Deteriorate The Cat."
Fear reaches only to the point where the unavoidable begins; from there on, it loses its meaning. And all we have left is the hope that we are making the right decision.