Familiarity is the thing-the sense of belonging. It grants exemption from all evil, all shabbiness.

I have occasionally had the exquisite thrill of putting my finger on a little capsule of truth, and heard it give the faint squeak of mortality under my pressure.

I can still see my first dog. For six years he met me at the same place after school and convoyed me home - a service he thought up himself. A boy doesn't forget that sort of association.

I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn't know where else to go.

Writing is hard work and bad for the health.

America is now liberty-conscious. In a single generation it has progressed from being toothbrush-conscious, to being air-minded, to being liberty-conscious.

Write about it by day and dream about it by night.