Work To Me Is A Sacred Thing.

I'm Afraid My Closely Guarded Solitude Causes Some Hurt Feelings Now And Then. But How To Explain, Without Wounding Someone, That You Want To Be Wholly In The World You Are Writing About, That It Would Take Two Days To Get The Visitor's Voice Out Of The House So That You Could Listen To Your Own Characters Again?

My Idea Of Gardening Is To Discover Something Wild In My Wood And Weed Around It With The Utmost Care Until It Has A Chance To Grow And Spread.

The Very Secret Of Life For Mewas To Maintain In The Midst Of Rushing Events An Inner Tranquility. I Had Picked A Life That Dealt With Excitement, Tragedy, Mass Calamities, Human Triumphs And Suffering. To Throw My Whole Self Into Recording And Attempting To Understand These Things, I Needed An Inner Serenity As A Kind Of Balance.

The Sights I Have Just Seen [at Buchenwald] Are So Unbelievable That I Don't Think I'll Believe Them Myself Until I've Seen The Photographs.

I Love To Write Out Of Doors And Sleep Out Of Doors, Too. If I Sleep Under The Open Sky It Becomes Part Of The Writing Experience, Part Of My Insulation From The World.