The Crimes Of The U.s. Throughout The

I've Had My Fill Of These City Guttersnipes--all That Scavenging Scum! They're The Sort Of People, Who, If The Gates Of Heaven Opened To Them, All They'd Feel Would Be A Draught.

Be Careful How You Talk About God. He's The Only God We Have. If You Let Him Go He Won't Come Back. He Won't Even Look Back Over His Shoulder. And Then What Will You Do?

The Room I Wrote In 1957, And I Was Really Gratified To Find That It Stood Up. I Didn't Have To Change A Word.

Good Writing Excites Me, And Makes Life Worth Living.

Occasionally It Does Hit Me, The Words On A Page. And I Still Love Doing That, As I Have For The Last 60 Years.