Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate.

A character, to be acceptable as more than a chess piece, has to be ignorant of the future, unsure about the past, and not at all sure of what he's supposed to be doing.

Fumbling for a word is everybody's birthright.

Life's only choosing when to die. Life's a big postponement because the choice is so difficult. It's a tremendous relief not to have to choose.

I didn't think; I experimented.

Every grain of experience is food for the greedy growing soul of the artist.

All human life is here, but the Holy Ghost seems to be somewhere else.