I got thrown out of school several weeks in my senior year being caught in the girls' dorm. This was 1954, friends. The girls' dorm was off limits. Even to girls, I think.

I took my .38 out and looked to see that there were bullets in all the proper places. I knew there would be, but it did no harm to be careful. And I'd seen Clint Eastwood do it once in the movies.

I write five pages a day. If you would read five pages a day, we'd stay right even.

We split a bottle of Norman cider. Not everybody sells Norman cider by the bottle.

If you are going to live life on your own terms, there need to be terms, and somehow you need to live up to them.

I needed to find my way to write. I need about six hours of uninterrupted time in order to produce about two hours of writing, and when I accepted that and found the way to do it, then I was able to write.

Coincidence exists, but believing in it never did me any good.