This won't look so good in my obituary, Schaffer said dolefully. There was a perceptible edge of strain under the lightly-spoken words.Gave his life for his country in a ladies' lavatory in Upper Bavaria.

I wrote each book in thirty-five days flat - just to get the darned thing finished.

I'm not a born writer, and I don't enjoy writing.

There are no brave men and cowardly men in the world, my son. There are only brave men. To be born, to live, to die—that takes courage enough in itself, and more than enough. We are all brave men and we are all afraid, and what the world calls a brave man, he too is brave and afraid like the all rest of us. Only he is brave for five minutes longer.

...the men of the Ulysses had no need to stand in shame...many had found, or were finding, that the point of no return was not necessarily the edge of the precipice: it could be the bottom of the valley, the beginning of the long climb up the far slope, and when a man had once begun that climb he never looked back to that other side.

I'm not a novelist, I'm a storyteller. There is no art in what I do, no mystique.

Bowman turned his back on her and began to search the place methodically and exhaustively. When one searches any place, be it a gypsy caravan or a baronial mansion, methodically and exhaustively, one has to wreck it completely in the process.So, in a orderly and systematic fashion, Bowman set about reducing Czerda's caravan to a total ruin.