Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.

I tell younger writers that indeed it is devastating to be rejected. You feel like the bottom dropped out of your world.

Never completely encircle your enemy. Leave him some escape, for he will fight even more desperately if trapped.

In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future.

Every death is like the burning of a library.

We all suffer. If a man's wise, he learns from it.

Either you deal with what is the reality, or you can be sure that the reality is going to deal with you.