It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge intime, toprotest againstchange, particularlychangefor the better.

Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.

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

And then we take a soldier and put murder in his hands and we say to him, "Use it well, use it wisely.

A writer lives in awe of words, for they can be cruel or kind, and they can change their meanings right in front of you. They pick up flavors and odors like butter in a refrigerator.

No one knows my ability the way I do. I am pushing against it all the time.

These words dropped into my childish mind as if you should accidentally drop a ring into a deep well. I did not think of them much at the time, but there came a day in my life when the ring was fished up out of the well, good as new.