I think it's a bit like coming to the end of a book. The plot's in its thickest, all the characters are in a mess, but you can see that there aren't fifty pages left, and you know that the finish can't be far off.

This life is slow suicide, unless you read.

I try to write a certain amount each day, five days a week. A rule sometimes broken is better than no rule.

A writer is nothing but a gray dirt-covered root. The works he sends up into the sunlight are his fruits, and only those are worthy of attention.

The films of The Caine Mutiny and Marjorie Morningstar always seemed to me mere thin skims of the story lines, and I never did see a meager Hollywood caper called Youngblood Hawke, vaguely based on my 800-page novel. So it was that I opted for television, with its much broader time limits, for The Winds of War.

Illusion is an anodyne, bred by the gap between wish and reality.

The door available to everyone that can lead to happiness & success is the modest door of the public library. I found it to be so in my own life and work.