Now, being in Africa, I was hungry for more of it, the changes of the seasons, the rains with no need to travel, the discomforts that you paid to make it real, the names of the trees, of the small animals, and all the birds, to know the language and have time to be in it and to move slowly.

My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.

Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.

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.

I would take anything I love and throw it off the highest cliff you ever saw and not wait to hear it bounce.

In war, one cannot say what one feels.

Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it.