War makes its own morals.

If anyone gets in my way when I'm making a picture, I become irrational. I'm never sure what I am going to do, or sometimes even aware of what I do-only that I want that picture.

I'm afraid my closely guarded solitude causes some hurt feelings now and then. But how to explain, without wounding someone, that you want to be wholly in the world you are writing about, that it would take two days to get the visitor's voice out of the house so that you could listen to your own characters again?

To understand another human being you must gain some insight into the conditions which made him what he is.

You are responsible for what you have done and the people whom you have influenced.

Usually I object when someone makes over-much of men's work versus women's work, for I think it is the excellence of the results which counts.

War makes its own morals.