But learned people can analyze for me why I fear hell and their implication is that there is no hell. But I believe in hell. Hell seems a great deal more feasible to my weak mind than heaven. No doubt because hell is a more earth-seeming thing. I can fancy the tortures of the damned but I cannot imagine the disembodied souls hanging in a crystal for all eternity praising God.

I find that most people know what a story is until they sit down to write one.

Even a child with normal feet was in love with the world after he had got a new pair of shoes.

There are some of us who have to pay for our faith every step of the way and who have to work out dramatically what it would be like without it and if being without it would be ultimately possible or not.

I have what passes for an education in this day and time, but I am not deceived by it.

She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.

Art transcends its limitations only by staying within them.