Me Is The Only One What Won't

A Writer Of Fiction Lives In Fear. Each New Day Demands New Ideas And He Can Never Be Sure Whether He Is Going To Come Up With Them Or Not.

There Is Something About Very Cold Weather That Gives One An Enormous Appetite. Most Of Us Find Ourselves Beginning To Crave Rich Steaming Stews And Hot Apple Pies And All Kinds Of Delicious Warming Dishes; And Because We Are All A Great Deal Luckier Than We Realize, We Usually Get What We Want—or Near Enough.

I Think Probably Kindness Is My Number One Attribute In A Human Being. I'll Put It Before Any Of The Things Like Courage Or Bravery Or Generosity Or Anything Else.

When You're Writing, It's Rather Like Going On A Very Long Walk

The Little Pig Began To Pray But Wolfie Blew His House Away. He Shouted, "bacon, Pork, And Ham! Oh What A Lucky Wolf I Am!" And Though He Ate The Pig Quite Fast, He Carefully Kept The Tail Till Last.