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.

I have found, in short, from reading my own writing, that my subject in fiction is the action of grace in territory largely held by the devil.

Faith has to take in all the other possibilities it can.

Let me make no bones about it: I write from the standpoint of Christian orthodoxy. Nothing is more repulsive to me than the idea of myself setting up a little universe of my own choosing and propounding a little immoralistic message. I write with a solid belief in all the Christian dogmas.

The basis of art is truth, both in matter and in mode.

It is a good deal easier for most people to state an abstract idea than to describe and thus re-create some object they actually see.

If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you.