He Realized That He Had Thought Only

The Job Of The Writer Is To Look At Where He Is Now And Make Some Sort Of Emotional Sense Of It, Not Only For That Moment But For Years To Come.

Part Of The Beauty Of Fiction Is That We Come Alive In A Body That We Don't Own.

We Have To Admire The World For Not Ending On Us.

Pain Is Not Wat You Get, It Is Wat You Give.

The Essence Of Intelligence Was To Know When, Or If, To Expose Even The Heart's Deep Need For Instruction.