I Hated Hemingway. I Liked Faulkner But

I Will Say Only That All A Writer Has To Work With Is The Material He Has Gathered As The Result Of His Own Endeavor And Observations, And He Cannot Be Denied The Right To Use It. Condemn, But Not Deny.

All Artists Are Two-headed Calves.

It Takes A Lot Of Bad Writing To Get To A Little Good Writing.

When God Hands You A Gift, He Also Hands You A Whip; And The Whip Is Intended For Self-flagellation Solely.

Traveling Wears Me Out.