My Father Was Very Outwardly Religious.

I Feel I Grew Up In A Different Century Than I Live In. I Think Most Of Them Are Changes For The Good.

My Favorite Optimist Was An American Who Jumped Off The Empire State Building, And As He Passed The 42nd Floor, The Window Washers Heard Him Say, 'so Far, So Good.'

I Think Technique Can Be Taught But I Think The Only Way To Learn To Write Is To Read, And I See Writing And Reading As Completely Related. One Almost Couldn't Exist Without The Other.

I Think Fiction Is A Very Serious Thing, That While It Is Fiction, It Is Also A Revelation Of Truth, Or Facts.

...with A Rush Of Feeling He Felt That This Must Be Happiness. As Soon As The Thought Came To Him, He Fought It Back, Blaming The Whiskey. The Very Idea Was As Dangerous As Presumptive Speech: Happiness Could Not Be Sought Or Worried Into Being, Or Even Fully Grasped; It Should Be Allowed Its Own Slow Pace So That It Passes Unnoticed, If It Ever Comes At All.