Unless One Is Inordinately Fond Of Subordination,

As For Himself, However Hateful Life Was, It Was Hateful In A Home And Not In The Gutter. Many Americans Hated Their Homes. The Number Of Homeless In America Couldn't Touch The Number Of Americans Who Had Homes And Families And Hated The Whole Thing.

I Don't Wish To Be A Slave Any Longer To The Stringent Exigencies Of Literature.

Everybody Else Is Working To Change, Persuade, Tempt And Control Them. The Best Readers Come To Fiction To Be Free Of All That Noise.

Nothing Has A More Sinister Effect On Art Than The Artist's Desire To Prove That He's Good. The Terrible Temptation Of Idealism!

The Hard Part Is, Of Course, The Proximity Of Death. The Number Has No Meaning As Long As You're Fit And Healthy. But You Know That You Only Have So Much Time Left And You Don't Know How Much It Is. It Could Be A Very Short Time.