And I’m working at trying to find a kind of language where I won’t be so easily modulated by expectation.
When I heard that there were artists, I wished I could some time be one. If I could only make a rose bloom on paper, I thought I should be happy! Or if I could at last succeed in drawing the outline of winter-stripped boughs as I saw them against the sky, it seemed to me that I should be willing to spend years in trying.
If you begin to understand what you are without trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation.
I think Clinton, after getting into office and into Washington, was shocked at being bludgeoned. So he spent time trying to be all things to all people – one way guaranteed not to be successful or respected in a lion’s den. You can’t just play around with all those big cats – you’ve got to take somebody on.
I work very hard on the writing, writing and rewriting and trying to weed out the lumber.
There is no comparison between that which is lost by not succeeding and that which is lost by not trying.
Every once in a while, you live long enough to get the respect that people didn’t want to give while you were trying to become a senior citizen.
I’m hanging in there, trying to spend as much quality time with my wife and kids as possible, and though it’s very frustrating to know I won’t beat the cancer, there’s a great satisfaction in knowing that I’m walking off the field with no regrets.
When I write, I’m not trying to be funny. It’s the way I look at the world.
I’m trying to keep the face of my opponent more or less not damaged but eventually to execute the plan and knock him out.