It is not an easy thing to inflate a dog.

Anton Bruckner wrote the same symphony nine times, trying to get it just right. He failed.

So I write mainly for the fun of it, the hell of it, the duty of it. I enjoy writing and will probably be a scribbler on my dying day, sprawled on some stony trail halfway between two dry waterholes.

In the dog-eat-dog economy, the Doberman is boss.

The domination of nature leads to the domination of human nature.

Why the critics, like a flock of ducks, always move in perfect unison: Their authority with the public depends upon an appearance of unanimous agreement. One dissenting voice would shatter the whole fragile structure.

Belief in the supernatural reflects a failure of the imagination.