Isn't success ridiculously easy, once it begins to succeed? ... after the strain and sweat and pushing until the very groins of your being shrieked protest, something like momentum happened. It took your wits and your concentration and your continued willing sweat, of course, to keep it going, but the success of success had ball bearings.

Luscious feet that listened to the soil and stole its secrets.

Any work of art ... is great when it makes you feel that its creator has dipped into your very heart for his sensation.

Oh - oh, why is it that the members of a family feel privileged to treat one another with a cruelty they would not exhibit to the merest stranger?

There is no adequate definition for creative writing, any more than it is possible to describe pain or flavor or color.

I loathe all this blind rushing pell-mell into a struggle arranged by the mighty minority and paid for with the lives of young men who are drugged on trumped-up ideals.

I would rather regret what I have done than what I have not.