You have a point," said Fronto, "and even a poet must occasionally bow to logic.

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

I have never known courage to be judged by the length of a man's hair. Or, for the matter of that, whether he has any hair at all.

If the pull of the outside world is strong, there is also a pull towards the human. The cat may disappear on its own errands, but sooner or later, it returns once again for a little while, to greet us with its own type of love.

Thinking is a bit uncomfortable, but you'll get used to it. A matter of time and practice.

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

Paradoxically, in fantasy for young people I was able to express my own deepest feelings and attitudes more than I had ever done in writing for adults.