Life is the best left hooker I ever saw, although some say it was Charlie White of Chicago

To make war all you need is intelligence. But to win you need talent and material.

Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

To stay in places and to leave, to trust, to distrust, to no longer believe and believe again, . . . to watch the snow come, to watch it go, to hear rain on a tent, to know where I can find what I want.

If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.

Imagination? It is the one thing beside honesty that a good writer must have. The more he learns from experience the more he can imagine.