Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

Look now — in all of history men have been taught that killing of men is an evil thing not to be countenanced. Any man who kills must be destroyed because this is a great sin, maybe the worst sin we know. And then we take a soldier and put murder in his hands and we say to him, 'Use it well, use it wisely.' We put no checks on him. Go out and kill as many of a certain kind or classification of your brothers as you can. And we will reward you for it because it is a violation of your early training.

My own journey started long before I left, and was over before I returned.

I'm back with my own kind of people here now, the bums and drinkers and no goods and it is a fine thing.

Three hours of writing require twenty hours of preparation. Luckily I have learned to dream about the work, which saves me some working time.

The study of history, while it does not endow with prophecy, may indicate lines of probability.

I start out to write five days a week, and then it runs to six days and finally seven. Then, eventually, that wave of weariness overwhelms me and I don't know what's the matter. That is, I know but I won't admit it. I'm just tired from writing. As you get older, writing becomes harder. By that I mean you see so many more potentialities. Things like transition used to trouble me. But not any more. When I say it's harder, I'm not talking about facility. You learn all the so-called tricks, but then you don't want to use them.