Who know what desires a person might have?
Some bastard abuses you, you're hurt. A different bastard praises you, you're hurt.
Writer: I seldom think, it's bad for me.Professor: It's impossible to write and keep thinking about success or failure?Writer: Naturally. But on the other hand, if my books aren't being read in 100 years, why bother to write?
Writer: Tell me, Professor, why did you get involved in this business? What's the Zone to you?Professor: Well, in a sense, I'm a scientist. What's in it for you? A fashionable author, women dropped all over you.Writer: I've lost my inspiration. I'm going to beg for some.Professor: So you've exhausted your talent?Writer: What? Yes, in a way.