Family. A snug kind of word.

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.

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 maimed bodies aren't the worst. That's the easy way to hate war. The safe way. I - hate it just as much for the maimed souls that stay at home.

A woman has to be twice as good as a man to go half as far.

Any work of art ... is great when it makes you feel that its creator has dipped into your very heart for his sensation.

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.