The writer operates at a peculiar crossroads where time and place and eternity somehow meet. His problem is to find that location.

One of the awful things about writing when you are a Christian is that for you the ultimate reality is the Incarnation, the present reality is the Incarnation, and nobody believes in the Incarnation; that is, nobody in your audience. My audience are the people who think God is dead. At least these are the people I am conscious of writing for.

It seems that the fiction writer has a revolting attachment to the poor, for even when he writes about the rich, he is more concerned with what they lack than with what they have.

Art transcends its limitations only by staying within them.

There was already a deep black wordless conviction in him that the way to avoid Jesus was to avoid sin.

People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them.

Writing is a good example of self-abandonment. I never completely forget myself except when I am writing and I am never more completely myself than when I am writing.