To perceive Christmas through its wrappings becomes more difficult with every year.
The best writing is rewriting.
I have yet to see a piece of writing, political or non-political, that does not have a slant. All writing slants the way a writer leans, and no man is born perpendicular.
A man who publishes his letters becomes a nudist – nothing shields him from the world’s gaze except his bare skin. A writer, writing away, can always fix things up to make himself more presentable, but a man who has written a letter is stuck with it for all time.
The terror of the atom age is not the violence of the new power but the speed of man’s adjustment to it, the speed of his acceptance.
I have a spaniel that defrocked a nun last week. He took hold of the cord. I had hold of the leash. It was like elephants holding tails. Imagine me undressing a nun, even second hand.
Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
It sometimes takes days, even weeks, before a dog’s nerves tire. In the case of terriers it can run into months.
Humor is like a frog. You can dissect it to see how it works, but by then, it’s dead.
Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.
Advice from this elderly practitioner is to forget publishers and just roll a sheet of copy paper into your machine and get lost in your subject.