The fiction of Ayn Rand is as low as you can get re fiction. I hope you picked it up off the floor of the subway and threw it in the nearest garbage pail. She makes Mickey Spillane look like Dostoevsky.

If there is no possibility for change in a character, we have no interest in him.

The operation of the Church is entirely set up for the sinner; which creates much misunderstanding among the smug.” (August 9, 1955)

The trees were full of silver-white sunlight and the meanest of them sparkled.

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

I am a Catholic not like someone else would be a Baptist or a Methodist, but like someone else would be an atheist.

One old lady who wants her head lifted wouldn't be so bad, but you multiply her two hundred and fifty thousand times and what you get is a book club.