Survival, with honor, that outmoded and all-important word, is as difficult as ever and as all-important to a writer. Those who do not last are always more beloved since no one has to see them in their long, dull, unrelenting, no-quarter-given-and-no-quarter-received, fights that they make to do something as they believe it should be done before they die. Those who die or quit early and easy and with every good reason are preferred because they are understandable and human. Failure and well-disguised cowardice are more human and more beloved.

Thou wilt go now, rabbit. But I go with thee. As long as there is one of us there is both of us.

Write as well as you can and finish what you start.

Write the story, take out all the good lines, and see if it still works.

How little we know of what there is to know.

The fools think I am writing algebra but what I am really writing is geometry.

Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa.