Just by luck, I picked good heroes to worship.

I had a tight stomach all the time. I actually developed ulcers. I've learned better than to put all that internal pressure on myself.

It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy as lambs in the spring.

I would love to write something that people would still read 50 or 100 years from now. That comes with growing older, I think.

I don't know what makes a good feature story. I've always assumed that if it was a story that interested or amused me, that it would have the same impact on other people.

I saw how many people were poor and how many kids my age went to school hungry in the morning, which I don't think most of my contemporaries in racially segregated schools in the South thought very much about at the time.

I'm not any kind of social reformer.