You see in others who you are.

The short story packs a self in a few pages predicating a lifetime

You could not pity anything if you weren't a man; pity was a surprise to God. It was not his invention.

Prufrock had measured out his life with measuring spoons; Dubin, in books resurrecting the lives of others.

The wild begins where you least expect it, one step off your normal course

I write a book at least three times-once to understand it, the second time to improve the prose, and a third to compel it to say what it still must say.

Tomorrow the world is not the same as today, though God listens with the same ear.