Nothing Is Better For Self-esteem

Thousand Got Away To Other Countries; Thousands Returned To Spain Tempted By False Promises Of Kindness. By The Tens Of Thousands, These Spaniards Died Of Neglect In The Concentration Camps.

If I Were A First Rate Writer, I Wouldn't Mind A Bit. What Does Depress Me Is This: It Is So Desperately Hard And So Obsessive And So Lonely To Write That, In Return For All This Work, One Would Like A Little Self Satisfaction. And That Is Never Going To Come, For The Simple Reason That I Do Not Deserve It. I Cannot Be A Good Enough Writer. You See? I Call It Grim. But The Future Looks Awfully Clear To Me.

You Have To Stop Living In Order To Write.

Perhaps These Men In The House Caucus Room [committee On Un-american Activities] Are Determined To Spread Silence: To Frighten Those Voices Which Will Shout No, And Ask Questions, Defend The Few, Attack Cruelty And Proclaim The Rights And Dignity Of Man. ... America Is Going To Look Very Strange To Americans And They Will Not Be At Home Here, For The Air Will Slowly Become Unbreathable To All Forms Of Life Except Sheep.

Officialdom Is Hostile To Inquiring Outsiders.