I loathe all this blind rushing pell-mell into a struggle arranged by the mighty minority and paid for with the lives of young men who are drugged on trumped-up ideals.

The grand canyon which yawns between the writer's concept of what he wants to capture in words and what comes through is a cruel abyss.

The vast army of women seeking divorce are mainly after easy alimony from men they have ceased to love - surely one of the most despicable forms of barter that can exchange human hands.

It takes a clever man to turn cynic and a wise man to be clever enough not to.

But suppose, asks the student of the professor, we follow all your structural rules for writing, what about that something else that brings the book alive? What is the formula for that? The formula for that is not included in the curriculum.

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

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?