For Wayfarers still journeying, for Wanderers at rest.

I decided that adventure was the best way to learn about writing.

It is harsh enough for each man to bear his own wound. But he who leads bears the wounds of all who follow him.

No matter what has happened, you're not a pig-boy; you're an Assistant Pig Keeper!

My family pleaded with me to forget literature and do something sensible, such as find some sort of useful work.

It was 1943. The U.S. had already entered World War II, so I decided to join the army.

Keep reading. It's one of the most marvelous adventures that anyone can have.