I Was Made At Right

I've Never Written The Things I'd Like To Write That I've Admired All My Life. Maybe One Never Does.

The Armored Cars Of Dreams, Contrived To Let Us Do So Many A Dangerous Thing.

What One Seems To Want In Art, In Experiencing It, Is The Same Thing That Is Necessary For Its Creation, A Self-forgetful, Perfectly Useless Concentration.

Bishop On "at The Fishhouses"at The Last Minute, After I'd Had A Chance To Do A Little Research In Cape Breton, I Foundi'd Said Codfish Scales Once When It Should Have Been Herring Scales. I Hope Theycorrected It All Right.2quite A Few Lines Of "at The Fishhouses" Came To Me In A Dream, And The Scene- Whichwas Real Enough, I'd Recently Been There-but The Old Man And The Conversation, Etc.,were All In A Later Dream

I Hated The Salinger Story. It Took Me Days To Go Through It, Gingerly, A Page At A Time, And Blushing With Embarrassment For Him Every Ridiculous Sentence Of The Way. How Can They Let Him Do It?