We reach the point where our profession is also our hobby.

I shall await the first shot, and if you do not batter us to pieces, we shall be starved out in a few days.

Humans who spend time in the wilderness, alone, without man-made mechanical noise around them, often discover that their brain begins to recover its ability to discern things.

That Jesus of Nazareth died upon a cross is mere matter of history; that He who did so die was the Christ the Son of God is entirely a matter of revelation.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor's mind toward some resolution which it may never find.

A lot of young writers wait for inspiration. The inspiration only hits you at the desk.

All you're supposed to do is every once in a while give the boys a little tea and sympathy.