I was blown up while we were eating cheese.

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.

All bad writers are in love with the epic.

Personal columnists are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meat - no matter who killed the meat for him.

A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.

When you start to live outside yourself, it's all dangerous.