A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.

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.

It sometimes takes days, even weeks, before a dog's nerves tire. In the case of terriers it can run into months.

It's hard to know when to respond to the seductiveness of the world and when to respond to its challenge. If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between the desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

It is deeply satisfying to win a prize in front of a lot of people.

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

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