In Six Pages, I Can't Even Say

I Write At Eighty-five For The Same Reasons That Impelled Me To Write At Forty-five; I Was Born With A Passionate Desire To Communicate, To Organize Experience, To Tell Tales That Dramatize The Adventures Which Readers Might Have Had. I Have Been That Ancient Man Who Sat By The Campfire At Night And Regaled The Hunters With Imaginative Recitations About Their Prowess. The Job Of An Apple Tree Is To Bear Apples. The Job Of A Storyteller Is To Tell Stories, And I Have Concentrated On That Obligation.

Animals Form An Inalienable Fragment Of Nature, And If We Hasten The Disappearance Of Even One Species, We Diminish Our World And Our Place In It.

If A Young Aspirant Had A Modicum Of Skill And A Busy Typewriter She Or He Would Sooner Or Later Get A Foothold In One Of The Magazines And A Leaping Start On The Ladder Upward.

Writers Turn Dreams Into Print.

The Really Great Writers Are People Like Emily Brontë Who Sit In A Room And Write Out Of Their Limited Experience And Unlimited Imagination.