Time is anonymous; when we give it a face, it's the same face the world over.
Is there any sleeping person you can be entirely sure you have not misjudged?
A thing is incredible, if ever, only after it is told -- returned to the world it came out of.
I was always my own teacher.
When I read, I hear what's on the page. I don't know whose voice it is, but some voice is reading to me, and when I write my own stories, I hear it, too.
To write honestly and with all our powers is the least we can do, and the most.