A Writer Of Fiction Lives In Fear.

There Is A Trait In The Jewish Character That Does Provoke Animosity; Maybe It's A Kind Of Lack Of Generosity Towards Non-jews. I Mean There Is Always A Reason Why Anti-anything Crops Up Anywhere; Even A Stinker Like Hitler Didn't Just Pick On Them For No Reason.

Nobody Gets A Nervous Breakdown Or A Heart Attack From Selling Kerosene To Gentle Country Folk From The Back Of A Tanker In Somerset.

To Shipbrokers, Coal Was Black Gold.

The Life Of A Writer Is Absolute Hell Compared To The Life Of A Businessman.

Writing Is Mainly Perspiration, Not Inspiration.