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

For we have thought the longer thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils' tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day.

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.

If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.

You can write any time people will leave you alone and not interrupt you. Or rather you can if you will be ruthless enough about it. But the best writing is certainly when you are in love.

Easy writing makes hard reading.