As A Writer I Have Persisted In

It Was The Silent Time Before Dawn, Along The Shores Of What Had Been One Of The Most Beautiful Lakes In Southern Africa.

I Love Writing. I Love The Swirl And Swing Of Words As They Tangle With Human Emotions.

You Have To Be Eligible For Luck To Strike, And I Think That's A Matter Of Education And Preparation, And Character And All The Other Solid Attributes That Sometimes People Laugh At.

I Was Once Asked If I'd Like To Meet The President Of A Certain Country. I Said, "no, But I'd Love To Meet Some Sheepherders." The Sheepherders, Farmers And Taxi Drivers Are Often The Most Interesting People.

. . . Luddites Were Those Frenzied Traditionalists Of The Early 19th Century Who Toured [england] Wrecking New Weaving Machines On The Theory That If They Were Destroyed . . . Old Jobs And Old Ways Of Life Could Be Preserved . . . At Certain Times In His Life Each Man Is Tempted To Become A Luddite, For There Is Always Something He Would Like To Go Back To. But To Be Against All Change-against Change In The Abstract-is Folly.