War Makes Its Own Morals.

A Burning Purpose Attracts Others Who Are Drawn Along With It And Help Fulfill It.

I Have Never Forgotten A Picture That I Ever Made.

I'm Afraid My Closely Guarded Solitude Causes Some Hurt Feelings Now And Then. But How To Explain, Without Wounding Someone, That You Want To Be Wholly In The World You Are Writing About, That It Would Take Two Days To Get The Visitor's Voice Out Of The House So That You Could Listen To Your Own Characters Again?

The Sights I Have Just Seen [at Buchenwald] Are So Unbelievable That I Don't Think I'll Believe Them Myself Until I've Seen The Photographs.

I Love To Write Out Of Doors And Sleep Out Of Doors, Too. If I Sleep Under The Open Sky It Becomes Part Of The Writing Experience, Part Of My Insulation From The World.