Science Had Married The Wilderness And Was

Writers Of Novels Are So Busy Being Solitary That They Haven't Time To Meet One Another. But Then, A Writer Learns Nothing From A Writer, Conversationally. If A Writer Has Anything Witty, Profound Or Quotable To Say He Doesn't Say It. He's No Fool. He Writes It.

Christmas Isn't A Season. It's A Feeling.

A Woman Can Look Both Moral And Exciting... If She Also Looks As If It Was Quite A Struggle.

I Think That In Order To Write Really Well And Convincingly, One Must Be Somewhat Poisoned By Emotion.

A Closed Mind Is A Dying Mind.