They Threw Me Off The Haytruck About

The Hand That Holds The Money Cracks The Whip.

Love, When You Get Fear In It, It's Not Love Any More. It's Hate.

I Make No Conscious Effort To Be Tough, Or Hard-boiled, Or Grim, Or Any Of The Things I Am Usually Called. I Merely Try To Write As The Character Would Write, And I Never Forget That The Average Man, From The Fields, The Streets, The Bars, The Offices And Even The Gutters Of His Country, Has Acquired A Vividness Of Speech That Goes Beyond Anything I Could Invent, And That If I Stick To This Heritage, This Logos Of The American Countryside, I Shall Attain A Maximum Of Effectiveness With Very Little Effort.

Yes, I Have Actually Mined Coal, And Distilled Liquor, As Well As Seen A Girl In A Pink Dress, And Seen Her Take It Off. I Am 54 Years Old, Weigh 220 Pounds, And Look Like The Chief Dispatcher Of A Long-distance Driving Concern. I Am A Registered Democrat. I Drink.

A Lot Of Novelists Start Late-conrad, Pirandello, Even Mark Twain. When You're Young, Chess Is All Right, And Music And Poetry. But Novel-writing Is Something Else. It Has To Be Learned, But It Can't Be Taught. This Bunkum And Stinkum Of College Creative Writing Courses! The Academics Don't Know That The Only Thing You Can Do For Someone Who Wants To Write Is To Buy Him A Typewriter.