I wonder, when a writer's blocked and doesn't have any resources to pull himself out of it, why doesn't he jump in his car and drive around the U.S.A.? I went last winter for seven thousand miles and it was lovely. Inexpensive, too.

There is a neurologist, a woman over at Harvard who wanted me to come talk to them, and in France I have a lot of readers in the sciences. I can't tell you why.

Perhaps when we die our names are takenfrom us by a divine magnet and are freeto flutter here and there within the bodies of birds.I'll be a simple crowwho can reach the top of Antelope Butte.(From: Hard Times)

We Americans are trained to think big, talk big, act big, love big, admire bigness but then the essential mystery is in the small.

After a lifetime of world travel I've been fascinated that those in the third world don't have the same perception of reality that we do.

The days are stacked against what we think we are.

Because most writers have totally unrealistic concepts of how publishing works.