There, in the tin factory, in the first moment of the atomic age, a human being was crushed by books.

To be a writer is to throw away a great deal, not to be satisfied, to type again, and then again and once more, and over and over.

I thought of God as being able to talk big and write *very* small.

My two major faults are that I row too long and pick up too many women

The writer must not invent. The legend on the license must read: NONE OF THIS WAS MADE UP.

The reality is that changes are coming... They must come. You must share in bringing them.

To my great surprise, I never heard anyone cry out in the disorder, even though they suffered in great agony. They died in silence, with no grudge, setting their teeth to bear it. All for the country!