If your brains were dynamite there wouldn't be enough to blow your hat off.

I keep losing and regaining my equilibrium, which is the basic plot of all popular fiction. And I myself am a work of fiction.

She broke my heart. I didn't like that much. But that was the price. In this world, you get what you pay for.

I've written about Powers Hapgood. He was a Harvard graduate, son of a wealthy family who owned a cannery out there. After leaving Harvard, he went to work in coal mines and then was a CIO executive when I met him there, in Indianapolis.

How embarrassing it is to be human.

My ancestors came over from Germany about the time of the Civil War and one of them lost a leg and went back to Germany.

The people who taught really knew their stuff. My chemistry teacher, Frank Wade, was actually a chemist. I was so lucky in a number of ways.