The Writer Works In A Lonely Way.

You Have To Expect The Raps When You Have Achieved Popularity As A Writer

Horror Would Not Annoy A Soldier Any More Than The Sight Of A Hammer Annoys A Carpenter. It Is Sentimental To Pretend That Horror Is Not The Tool Of The Soldier, Just As The Hammer Is The Tool Of The Carpenter. We Live Off Death And The Threat Of Death And We Must Take It Calmly And Use It Well.... Eventually I Came To Enjoy Killing, As A Pianist Enjoys The Czerny Which Keeps His Fingers Limber For The Beethoven.

Posterity Makes The Judgments. There Are Going To Be A Lot Of Surprises In Store For Everybody.

The Last Paragraph In Which You Tell What The Story Is About Is Almost Always Best Left Out.

In A Novel, It's Hard To Keep Track Of Everybody