The basic rule [of writing] given us was simple and heartbreaking. A story to be effective had to convey something from the writer to the reader, and the power of its offering was the measure of its excellence. Outside of that, there were no rules.

I had seen so many begin to pack their lives in cotton woool, smother their impulses, hood their passions, and gradually retire from their manhood into a kind of spiritual and physical semi-invalidism. In this they are encouraged by wives and relatives, and it's such a sweet trap.

We have usurped many of the powers we once ascribed to God.

life passes by in a wink so try to never miss a moment of it

It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming.

We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.

A wife is like a children's movie; always under-appreciated and without either, life would be incomplete.