Please tell me what can I do. There must be something I can do

No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.

Remember everything is right until it's wrong. You'll know when it's wrong.

When you give power to an executive you do not know who will be filling that position when the time of crisis comes.

To me heaven would be a big bull ring with me holding two barrera seats and a trout stream outside that no one else was allowed to fish in and two lovely houses in the town; one where I would have my wife and children and be monogamous and love them truly and well and the other where I would have my nine beautiful mistresses on nine different floors.

Just as, with the radio, there are certain things that you become fond of,and you welcome them and resent the new things

You know that fiction, prose rather, is possibly the roughest trade of all in writing. You do not have the reference, the old important reference. You have the sheet of blank paper, the pencil, and the obligation to invent truer than things can be true. You have to take what is not palpable and make it completely palpable and also have it seem normal and so that it can become a part of experience of the person who reads it.