A rich man's war and a poor man's fight.

Most of my inspiration, if that's the word, came from books themselves.

Before the war it was always the United States *are*, after the war it was the United States is... it made us an is.

I used to write sonnets and various things, and moved from there into writing prose, which, incidentally, is a lot more interesting than poetry, including the rhythms of prose.

I abhor the idea of a perfect world. It would bore me to tears.

I never cared what kind of grade I got.

North was only a direction indicated by a compass--if a man had one, that is, for otherwise there was no north or south or east or west; there was only the brooding desolation.