The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. - Ray Bradbury

All flesh is one: what matter scores; Or color of the suit Or if the helmet glints with blue or gold? All is one bold achievement, All is fine spring-found-again-in-autumn day When juices run in antelopes along our blood, And green our flag, forever green…

"I don't believe in being serious about anything. I think life is too serious to be taken seriously."

[Writer’s Digest Interview (Robert Jacobs, Writer’s Digest, February 1976)]

I’m not afraid. When you live as long as I’ve lived, you lose that, too. I never liked lobster in my life, and mainly because I’d never tried it. On my eightieth birthday I tried it. I can’t say I’m greatly excited over lobster still, but I have no doubt as to its taste now, and I don’t fear it. I dare say death will be a lobster, too, and I can come to terms with it.