My Two Major Faults Are That I

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 Second Stage Set In Ten Or Fifteen Days After The Bombing. The Main Symptom Was Falling Hair. Diarrhoea And Fever, Which In Some Cases Went As High As 106, Came Next.

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 Writer Must Not Invent. The Legend On The License Must Read: None Of This Was Made Up.

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.