It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.

So long as I remain alive and well I shall continue to feel strongly about prose style, to love the surface of the earth, and to take a pleasure in solid objects and scraps of useless information.

In general, the greater the understanding, the greater the delusion; the more intelligent, the less sane.

Money, money, all is money! Could you write even a penny novelette without money to put heart in you?

The fact is that every war suffers a kind of progressive degradation with every month that it continues, because such things as individual liberty and a truthful press are simply not compatible with military efficiency.

In moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy but always against one's own body.

Take away freedom of speech, and the creative faculties dry up.