The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job.
Damn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in words.
I don't believe in God, but I do believe in His saints.
The effect produced by a short story depends almost entirely on its form.
He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.
Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.