I was too heavy to be a jockey and too honest to be a producer, so I became a writer

All you have the right to ask of life is to choose a battle in this war, make the best you can, and leave the field with honor.

After all, the only thing that is going to save mankind is if enough people live their lives for something or someone other than themselves.

To me, a writer is one of the most important soldiers in the fight for survival of the human race. He must stay at his post in the thick of fire to serve the cause of mankind.

My first book was rejected nine times. It turned out to be a best seller, Battle Cry? in 1953.

Often we have no time for our friends but all the time in the world for our enemies.

Why must we fight for the right to live, over and over, each time the sun rises?

You aren't a true husband/man until you've done the work of a wife/women

The ability of a person to atone has always been the most remarkable of human features.

A novelist must know what his last chapter is going to say and one way or another work toward that last chapter. ... To me it is utterly basic, yet it seems like it's a great secret.

A soldier has one item that cannot be neglected. His feet. They are his wheels, his mechanised warfare.

Many physicists these days sound like the Delphic oracle - with equations.

Become the kind of person the kind of person you would like to marry would like to marry.

Snape was a bully who loved the goodness he sensed in Lily without being able to emulate her. That was his tragedy.

A gun doesn't have the brain to hate with, or a finger to pull the trigger, so the problem isn't the gun.

I've learned a lot about my game every time I play golf in a men's event.

I have to clear my name.

To be part of what you're singing about is somewhat painful. You've got to climb inside it all.

Political confusion starts with terminology confusion.

I love the idea of spies in love. How would it work between two people who were so programmed to lie and be suspicious, who have a whole life based on pretence?

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.