I'll hold on to the world tight some day. I've got one finger on it now; that's a beginning.

I have something to fight for and live for; that makes me a better killer. I've got what amounts to a religion now. It's learning how to breathe all over again. And how to lie in the sun getting a tan, letting the sun work into you. And how to hear music and how to read a book. What does your civilization offer?

Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt

Every story I've written was written because I had to write it. Writing stories is like breathing for me; it is my life.

A book is a loaded gun in the house next door...Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man?

I'm not a serious person, and I don't like serious people.

I've been writing every day of my life for 65 years.