I hate to say it, but I had a great time in World War II.

In spite of some bad experiences, I'm a firm believer in the trial and error method of learning.

I'm always on the lookout for something good about people. Often months go by.

I never get over feeling bad about tearing open a beautifully wrapped present. It takes ten seconds to destroy a work of art that took someone ten minutes to accomplish.

No one ever writes a book in which he is the bad guy.

The closing of a door can bring blessed privacy and comfort - the opening, terror. Conversely, the closing of a door can be a sad and final thing - the opening a wonderfully joyous moment.

In the futile attempts we all make to tidy up our lives and our surroundings, nothing is more difficult than throwing out a book.