When A Novel Comes, It's A Grace.

I Guess All That's Left Is To Love The Fire.

...the Indispensable Requirement For A Good Newspaperman - As Eager To Tell A Lie As The Truth.

Somewhere, Something Incredible Happened In History - The Wrong Guys Won.

The Writer Can Grow As A Person Or He Can Shrink. ... His Curiosity, His Reaction To Life Must Not Diminish. The Fatal Thing Is To Shrink, To Be Interested In Less, Sympathetic To Less, Desiccating To The Point Where Life Itself Loses Its Flavor, And One’s Passion For Human Understanding Changes To Weariness And Distaste.

Every One Of My Books Had Killed Me A Little More.