And now the forces marshaled around the concept of the group have declared a war of extermination on that preciousness, the mind of man.

The craft of writing is the art of penetrating other minds with the figures that are in your own mind.

And you know what it is? San Francisco a golden handcuff with the key thrown away.

I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.

If a story is not about the hearer, he will not listen. And here I make a rule—a great and interesting story is about everyone or it will not last.

Strange how one person can saturate a room with vitality, with excitement. Then there are others, and this dame was one of them, who can drain off energy and joy, can suck pleasure dry and get no sustenance from it. Such people spread a grayness in the air about them.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness? You only truly, deeply appreciate and are grateful for something when you compare and contrast it to something worse.