A writer is like a bean plant - he has his little day, and then gets stringy.

Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer-he bides his time, waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. Delay is instinctive with him. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along.

Trust me, Wilbur. People are very gullible. They'll believe anything they see in print.

Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider's web?

Old age is a special problem for me because I've never been able to shed the mental image I have of myself - a lad of about 19.

Make the work interesting and the discipline will take care of itself.

In a free country it is the duty of writers to pay no attention to duty.