This place is hell. They herd you around like cattle; they order you around like dogs; they work you like horses; and they feed you like hogs. - James Jones

You have to really work at it to write. I guess there has to be talent first; but even with talent you still have to work at it, to write.

There's only a thin red line between the sane and the mad.

I'm going to ask you something. If I do get killed, and I honestly don't see how I can help it, I want you to write that book we were thinking about when I enlisted. If I get it, it's a cinch I won't be able to do it, and it would make me feel a whole lot better to know that if not my name and hand, at least, the thot of me would be passed on and not forgotten entirely. You know, sort of put into the book the promise that I had and the things I might have written so at least the knowledge of talent wasted won't be lost. . . If I get it, no one will ever know to what heights I might have gone as a writer. Maybe if you wrote about the promise that was there, all wouldn't be lost.