I Thought Of God As Being Able

To Be A Writer Is To Sit Down At One's Desk In The Chill Portion Of Every Day, And To Write; Not Waiting For The Little Jet Of The Blue Flame Of Genius To Start From The Breastbone - Just Plain Going At It, In Pain And Delight. To Be A Writer Is To Throw Away A Great Deal, Not To Be Satisfied, To Type Again, And Then Again, And Once More, And Over And Over...

The Reality Is That Changes Are Coming... They Must Come. You Must Share In Bringing Them.

At Exactly Fifteen Minutes Past Eight In The Morning, On August 6, 1945, Japanese Time, At The Moment When The Atomic Bomb Flashed Above Hiroshima, Miss Toshiko Sasaki, A Clerk In The Personnel Department Of The East Asia Tin Works, Had Just Sat Down At Her Place In The Plant Office And Was Turning Her Head To Speak To The Girl At The Next Desk.

The Final Test Of A Work Of Art Is Not Whether It Has Beauty, But Whether It Has Power.

It's A Failure Of National Vision When You Regard Children As Weapons, And Talents As Materials You Can Mine, Assay, And Fabricate For Profit And Defense.