I have seldom written a story, long or short, that I did not have to write and rewrite. There are single stories of mine that have taken me ten or twelve years to get written.

I feel that I am writing out of a full life. I am a rich man, rich in men known, in adventures had. I am rich with living.

When a man publishes a book, there are so many stupid things said that he declares he'll never do it again. The praise is almost always worse than the criticism.

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.

Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.

A man needs a purpose for real health.