Dear all ..... Here is the time for start the race with pen in the track of white paper.Literature — creative literature — unconcerned with sex, is inconceivable. If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it. One can be absolutely truthful and sincere even though admittedly the most outrageous liar. Fiction and invention are of the very fabric of life. Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. The true writer has nothing to say. What counts is the way he says it. James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can. Life is painful and disappointing. It is useless, therefore, to write new realistic novels. We generally know where we stand in relation to reality and don’t care to know any more. Do you realize that all great literature is all about what a bummer it is to be a human being? Isn’t it such a relief to........"DON'T WATCH THE CLOCK; DO WHAT IF DOES. KEEP GOING".