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Quietly They Moved Down The Calm And Sacred River That Had Come Down To Earth So That Its Waters Might Flow Over The Ashes Of Those Long Dead, And That Would Continue To Flow Long After The Human Race Had, Through Hatred And Knowledge, Burned Itself Out.

I Sometimes Seem To Myself To Wander Around The World Merely Accumulating Material For Future Nostalgias.

All You Who Sleep Tonight Far From The Ones You Love, No Hand To Left Or Right, An Emptiness Above-- Know That You Aren't Alone. The Whole World Shares Your Tears, Some For Two Nights Or One, And Some For All Your Years.

I Want My Books To Sell, To Be Read. I'm Not Interested In Being Obscure.

Fiction Basically Is A Form Of Gossip Where You Want To Enter Other People's Lives, The Lives Of People You Don't Know, And You Want To Know What's Going To Happen To Them.