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To Be A Writer Is To Sit Down At One's Desk In The Chill Portion Of Every Day, And To Write; Not Waiting For The Little Jet Of The Blue Flame Of Genius To Start From The Breastbone - Just Plain Going At It, In Pain And Delight. To Be A Writer Is To Throw Away A Great Deal, Not To Be Satisfied, To Type Again, And Then Again, And Once More, And Over And Over...

To My Great Surprise, I Never Heard Anyone Cry Out In The Disorder, Even Though They Suffered In Great Agony. They Died In Silence, With No Grudge, Setting Their Teeth To Bear It. All For The Country!

What Has Kept The World Safe From The Bomb Since 1945 Has Not Been Deterrence, In The Sense Of Fear Of Specific Weapons, So Much As It's Been Memory. The Memory Of What Happened At Hiroshima.

My Two Major Faults Are That I Row Too Long And Pick Up Too Many Women

The Crux Of The Matter Is Whether Total War In Its Present Form Is Justifiable, Even When It Serves A Just Purpose. Does It Not Have Material And Spiritual Evil As Its Consequences Which Far Exceed Whatever Good Might Result? When Will Our Moralists Give Us An Answer To This Question?