I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of the past. I’m nervous at the moment.
These jokes the world plays, they're not funny at all.
Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.
I'm a novelist, that's how I make my livelihood, and I concentrate on the novels.
Many children are natural fantasists, I think, perhaps because their imaginations have yet to be clobbered into submission by experience.
Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still-are.