Death, only, renders hope futile.

The whole fabric of our religion is based on superstitious beliefin lies that have been foisted upon us for ages by those directly above us, to whose personal profit and aggrandizement it was to have us continue to believe as they wished us to believe.

I got this story from someone who had no business in the telling of it.

I write to escape ... to escape poverty.

No fiction is worth reading except for entertainment. If it entertains and is clean, it is good literature, or its kind. If it forms the habit of reading, in people who might not read otherwise, it is the best literature.

Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts, but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.

If I had followed my better judgment always, my life would have been a very dull one.