Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
The jam is moving toward the Capitol where Congress sits in judgment on all the administrative agencies of Government.
I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.
If you want to get rich from writing, write the sort of thing that’s read by persons who move their lips when they’re reading to themselves.
I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.
Happiness is the interval between periods of unhappiness.
Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
We don’t have to think up a title till we get the doggone book written.
All human actions are equivalent… and all are on principle doomed to failure.
Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.