I expect death to be nothingness and, for removing me from all possible fears of death, I am thankful to atheism.

When I feel difficulty coming on, I switch to another book I'm writing. When I get back to the problem, my unconscious has solved it.

Nothing interferes with my concentration. You could put on an orgy in my office and I wouldn't look up. Well, maybe once.

There is no merit to discipline under ideal circumstances. I must have it in the face of death or it is worthless.

Rejection slips, or form letters, however tactfully phrased, are lacerations of the soul, if not quite inventions of the devil-but there is no way around them.

It has been my philosophy of life that difficulties vanish when faced boldly.

So, then, what is style? There are two chief aspects of any piece of writing: 1) what you say and 2) how you say it. The former is "content" and the latter is "style."