In art as in life, form and subject, body and soul, are one.

To be alive is to take risks; to be always safe and secure is death.

Little boys love machines; girls adore horses; grown-up men and women like to walk.

Despair leads to boredom, electronic games, computer hacking, poetry and other bad habits.

Women: We cannot love them all. But we must try.

There is a fine art to making enemies and it requires diligent cultivation. It's not as easy as it looks.

The majority of American writers today have chosen passive non-resistance to things as they are, producing sloughs of poetry about their personal angst and anomie, cascades of short stories and rivers of novels obsessed with the nuances of domestic relationships - suburban hanky-panky - chic boutique shopping mall literary soap opera. When they do speak out on matters of controversy they attack not the evils of our time but fellow writers who may insist on complaining.