Journalism Allows Its Readers To Witness History;

The Final Test Of A Work Of Art Is Not Whether It Has Beauty, But Whether It Has Power.

To My Great Surprise, I Never Heard Anyone Cry Out In The Disorder, Even Though They Suffered In Great Agony. They Died In Silence, With No Grudge, Setting Their Teeth To Bear It. All For The Country!

When The Writing Is Really Working, I Think There Is Something Like Dreaming Going On. I Don't Know How To Draw The Line Between The Conscious Management Of What You're Doing And This State. . . . I Would Say That It's Related To Daydreaming. When I Feel Really Engaged With A Passage, I Become So Lost In It That I'm Unaware Of My Real Surroundings, Totally Involved In The Pictures And Sounds That That Passage Evokes.

The Second Stage Set In Ten Or Fifteen Days After The Bombing. The Main Symptom Was Falling Hair. Diarrhoea And Fever, Which In Some Cases Went As High As 106, Came Next.

To Be A Writer Is To Throw Away A Great Deal, Not To Be Satisfied, To Type Again, And Then Again And Once More, And Over And Over.