When I began writing that I was able and did travel and met some fascinating people and also uncovered some history, which has not been discovered before.

The president of General Motors was in a foul humor.

Long afterward, many would remember those two days in the first week of October with vividness and anguish.

I set myself 600 words a day as a minimum output, regardless of the weather, my state of mind or if I'm sick or well. There must be 600 finished words-not almost right words.

I loved education, and, yes, I did want to go on learning.

I don't think I really invented anybody. I have drawn on real life.

There I was, an 18-year-old mimic rooming with a blind whistler.