The sinews of war are five - men, money, materials, maintenance (food) and morale.

When you go to war as a boy you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed; not you. . . . Then when you are badly wounded the first time you lose that illusion and you know it can happen to you. After being severely wounded two weeks before my nineteenth birthday I had a bad time until I figured out that nothing could happen to me that had not happened to all men before me. Whatever I had to do men had always done. If they had done it then I could do it too and the best thing was not to worry about it.

I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of it.

Real seriousness in regard to writing being one of the two absolute necessities. The other, unfortunately, is talent.

I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.

I wish I could write well enough to write about aircraft. Faulkner did it very well in Pylon but you cannot do something someone else has done though you might have done it if they hadn't.

Men cannot act before the camera in the presence of death.