Authors always take rejection badly. They equate it with infanticide.

When I heard, Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, I thought, Did he fall or was he pushed?

If this were fiction, could even the most brilliant novelist contrive to make credible so short a period in which pride had been subdued and prejudice overcome?

All fiction is largely autobiographical and much autobiography is, of course, fiction.

First-class travel, provided one hasn't to pay for it oneself, is the most insidiously addictive of life's luxuries.

We can experience nothing but the present moment, live in no other second of time, and to understand this is as close as we can get to eternal life.

There comes a time when every scientist, even God, has to write off an experiment.