Getting Close To Books, And Spending Time

Generally The First Week In September Brings The Hottest Weather Of The Year, And This Was No Exception. Overhead The Fans Turned Slow, Their Paddle Blades Stirring The Air Up Close To The Ceiling But Nowheres Else.

I've Never Known, At Least A Modern Historical Instance, Where The Truth Wasn't Superior To Distortion In Every Way.

I Don't Want Anything To Do With Anything Mechanical Between Me And The Paper, Including A Typewriter, And I Don't Even Want A Fountain Pen Between Me And The Paper.

I Began The Way Nearly Everybody I Ever Heard Of - I Began Writing Poetry. And I Find That To Be Quite Usual With Writers, Their Trying Their Hand At Poetry.

My Second Book, Follow Me Down Had Some Success, Got Good Critical Notices, Went Into A Second Printing And Things Like That, But Shiloh Was By Far The Most Successful Of Those First Five Novels.