All morning they watched for the plane which they thought would be looking for them. They cursed war in general and PTs in particular. At about ten o’clock the hulk heaved a moist sigh and turned turtle.

Congressman Berg will repeatedly talk about Harry Reid and Barack Obama, and I find it interesting, because this morning, when I woke up and brushed my teeth, I looked in the mirror and I did not see a tall, African-American, skinny man. So let’s make it clear that my priorities are North Dakota priorities.

You wrestle one night, get up the next morning and fly out to the next city. You try to work out, you try to get some food into you and, lo and behold, you have to go work again. You are living out of a suitcase.

It doesn’t much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.

Our son is in school now. You know, he’s six-and-a-half and so a big chunk of the day is taken up by school. So I’m hoping that I’ll be able to certainly take him to school in the morning, maybe pick him up in the afternoon and come back to work.

My formula for living is quite simple. I get up in the morning and I go to bed at night. In between, I occupy myself as best I can.

The world is new to us every morning – this is God’s gift and every man should believe he is reborn each day.

I did that for 40 years or more. I never had any writer’s block. I got up in the morning, sat down at the typewriter – now, computer – lit up a cigarette.

When I wake up on a Monday morning and I realise I don’t have to go and work at the civil service, I really think I’ve won.

Well, I get my subject on Wednesday night I think it out carefully on Thursday, and make my rough sketch on Friday morning I begin, and stick to it all day, with my nose well down on the block.