I'd rather go along with this sense of illusion that I'm a neutral beast going along through life doing everything that's preordained.

Writers, like most human beings, are adaptable creatures. They can learn to accept subordination without growing fond of it. No writer can forever stand in the wings and watch other people take the curtain calls while his own contributions get lost in the shuffle.

I guess Requiem for a Heavyweight as old as it is was as honest a piece as I've ever done.

Any state, any entity, any ideology that fails to recognize the worth, the dignity, the rights of Man, that state is obsolete.

We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think.

I remember the first sale I made was a hundred and fifty dollars for a radio script, and, as poor as I was, I didn't cash the check for three months. I kept showing it to people.

It may be said with a degree of assurance that not everything that meets the eye is as it appears.