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 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.
I loved education, and, yes, I did want to go on learning.
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.
Long afterward, many would remember those two days in the first week of October with vividness and anguish.
The president of General Motors was in a foul humor.