The writer concerned more with technique than truth becomes a technician, not an artist.

No man likes to be smoked out of his hole in February.

Every writer has his favorite coterie of enemies: Mine is the East Coast literati -- those prep school playmates and their Ivy League colleagues.

The ideal society can be described, quite simply, as that in which no man has the power of means to coerce others.

J. Edgar Hoover, J. Bracken Lee, J. Parnell Thomas, J. Paul Getty -- you can always tell a shithead by that initial initial.

Any hack can safely rail away at foreign powers beyond the sea; but a good writer is a critic of the society he lives in.

Freedom begins between the ears.