A Man Has To Construct, Invent, His

I Write A Book At Least Three Times-once To Understand It, The Second Time To Improve The Prose, And A Third To Compel It To Say What It Still Must Say.

We Didn't Starve But Nobody Ate Chicken Unless We Were Sick Or The Chicken Was.

I Work With Language. I Love The Flowers Of Afterthought.

Ithink Isaid'all Menare Jews Excepttheydon't Know It.'i Doubt I Expected Anyone To Take The Statement Literally. But I Think It's An Understandable Statement And A Metaphoric Way Of Indicating How History, Sooner Or Later, Treats All Men.

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud.