Genius is immediate, but talent takes time.

The German passion for bureaucracy -- for written and signal forms . . . to move about, to work, to exist -- is like a steel pin pinning each French individual to a sheet of paper, the way an entomologist pins each specimen insect . . .

The stench of human wreckage in which the Nazi regime finally sank down to defeat has been the most shocking fact of modern times.

When I hear a writer say that they ‘put in a call,’ I want to pull my hair out.

I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks.

... people who don't want something are less likely to get it than people who do want something.

Genius is a talent only for living, those who possess it have little gift for dying.