Occupation: Novelist Birth: September 5, 1916 Death: November 29, 1991
When it was over, it was not really over, and that was the trouble..
It is my contention that a really great novel is made with a knife and not a pen. A novelist must have the intestinal fortitude to cut out even the m….
Each man's death is fated from the beginning of time..
The middle years - the eighteen-seventies, 'eighties, 'nineties - were a time of moral bankruptcy when men stole millions by a stroke of the pen or b….
About fifteen miles above New Orleans the river goes very slowly. It has broadened out there until it is almost a sea and the water is yellow with th….
Maturity is reached the day we don't need to be lied to about anything..
Writing a novel is like building a wall brick by brick; only amateurs believe in inspiration..