Man himself has become our greatest hazard and our only hope. So that today, St. John the apostle may well be paraphrased: In the end is the Word, and the Word is Man - and the Word is with Men.

It's one of the great fallacies, it seems to me, that time gives much of anything but years and sadness to man.

I know people who are so immersed in road maps that they never see the countryside they pass through, and others who, having traced a route, are held to it as though held by flanged wheels to rails.

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

Men don't get knocked out, or I mean they can fight back against big things. What kills them is erosion; they get nudged into failure. They get slowly scared.[...]It's slow. It rots out your guts.

I have written a great many stories and I still don't know how to go about it except to write it and take my chances.

I nearly always write — just as I nearly always breathe.