Look for where the sky is brightest along the horizon. That reflects the nearest river. Strike out for a river and you will find habitation.

I was always my own teacher.

The challenge to writers today, I think, is not to disown any part of our heritage. Whatever our theme in writing, it is old and tried. Whatever our place, it has been visited by the stranger, it will never be new again. It is only the vision that can be new; but that is enough.

There is absolutely everything in great fiction but a clear answer.

I read library books as fast as I could go, rushing them home in the basket of my bicycle. From the minute I reached our house, I started to read. Every book I seized on, from “Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Camp Rest-a-While” to “Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea,” stood for the devouring wish to read being instantly granted. I knew this was bliss, knew it at the time. Taste isn’t nearly so important; it comes in its own time.

I wanted to read immediately. The only fear was that of books coming to an end.

What we know about writing the novel is the novel.