Oh - oh, why is it that the members of a family feel privileged to treat one another with a cruelty they would not exhibit to the merest stranger?

Crushed to earth and rising again is an author's gymnastic. Once he fails to struggle to his feet and grab his pen, he will contemplate a fact he should never permit himself to face: that in all probability books have been written, are being written, will be written, better than anything he has done, is doing, or will do.

There is no adequate definition for creative writing, any more than it is possible to describe pain or flavor or color.

Life owes me a living worth living. Yes, Eden regarded life as her debtor, she its relentless paymaster.

Art transcends war. Art is the language of God and war is the barking of men. Beethoven is bigger than war.

Any writer worth the name is always getting into one thing or getting out of another thing.

It would be a fallacy to deduce that the slow writer necessarily comes up with superior work. There seems to be scant relationshipbetween prolificness and quality.