But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.

But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him. He held her feeling she was all of life there was and it was true.

The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.

You can write anytime people will leave you alone and not interrupt you.

If every one said orders were impossible to carry out when they were received where would you be? Where would we all be if you just said, "Impossible," when orders came?

The writer's job is not to judge, but to seek to understand.

Everything is your fault if you're any damn good.