Perhaps the best way to write is to do so as if one were already dead, afraid of no one's reactions, answerable to no one's views.

I'm forty-nine but I could be twenty-five except for my face and my legs.

The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.

You can't change a regime on the basis of compassion. There's got to be something harder.

The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable.

Success sometimes may be defined as a disaster put on hold. Qualified. Has to be.

Communists are the last optimists.