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Write For The Love Of Your Art. Someplace Down The Road, The Money, The Fame, They'll Come, But By That Time You Won't Be Thinking In Terms Of Money Or Fame.

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Write For The Love

James Lee Burke

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Write For The Love Of Your Art. Someplace Down The Road, The Money, The Fame, They'll Come, But By That Time You Won't Be Thinking In Terms Of Money Or Fame.

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Never Read Bad Stuff If You're An Artist; It Will Impair Your Own Game. I Don't Know If You Ever Played Competitive Tennis, But You Learn Not To Watch Bad Tennis; It Messes Up Your Game. Art's The Same Way.

A Lie Is An Act Of Theft. It Steals Peoples Faith And Makes Them Resent Themselves

I Wouldn't Write Anything Autobiographical. If You've Lived A Life Like Laurence Of Arabia, It Might Be A Consideration, But Otherwise It's A Little Bit Vain, It Seems To Me.

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What's The Worst Thing About Getting Old? Getting Old.

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...and I Wonder If There Is Any Way To Adequately Describe The Folly That Causes Us To Undo All The Great Gifts Of Both Earth And Heaven.

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You Do It A Day At A Time. You Just Put Your Rejection Slips In A Shoebox And Tell Yourself One Day You're Going To Autograph Them And Sell Them At Auction.

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