There must be times when everybody writes when they feel they're evading writing.

It's just a deep pleasure to read something you've written yourself - if and when you like it.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

On the August night in 1933 when General Gerardo Machado, then president of Cuba, flew out of Havana into exile, he took with him five revolvers, seven bags of gold, and five friends, still in their pajamas.

I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?

I have not been the witness I wanted to be.

California: The west coast of Iowa.