Winter Is Not A Season, It's An

Is It Possible That Nobody Has Ever Known That There Never Has Been A Completely Civilized Man, And Won't Be For Another Thousand Years?

I Can Not Understand Why Ministers Presume To Deliver Sermons Every Week At Appointed Hours Because It Is Humanly Impossible For Inspirations To Come With Clock-like Regularity

Every Compulsion Is Put Upon Writers To Become Safe, Polite, Obedient, And Sterile. In Protest, I Declined Election To The National Institute Of Arts And Letters Some Years Ago, And Now I Must Decline The Pulitzer Prize.

Writing Is Just Work-there's No Secret. If You Dictate Or Use A Pen Or Type Or Write With Your Toes-it's Still Just Work.

It Is, I Think, An Error To Believe That There Is Any Need Of Religion To Make Life Seem Worth Living.