One's Fantasy Goes For A Walk And

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud.

You Write By Sitting Down And Writing. There's No Particular Time Or Place—you Suit Yourself, Your Nature. How One Works, Assuming He's Disciplined, Doesn't Matter.

Politics Isn't In My Nature.

It's One Thing For A Man Not To Know, Not To Have Learned; It's Another Not To Be Able To Live By What One Does Know.

What Suffering Has Taught Me Is The Uselessness Of Suffering.