I would rather regret what I have done than what I have not.

writing is the loneliest job in the world. There's always that frustrating chasm to bridge between the concept and the writing of it. We're a harassed tribe, we writers.

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 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.

Some people think they are worth a lot of money just because they have it.

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

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.