A man had to learn, it was his nature.

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

Nationality isn't soul.

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.

One's fantasy goes for a walk and returns with a bride.

Children were strangers you loved because you could love. If they gave back love when they were grown you were ahead of the game.

There is in the darkness a unity, if you will, that cannot be achieved in any other environment, a blending of self with what the self perceives, and exquisite mystical experience.