Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.

I write whenever it suits me. During a creative period I write every day; a novel should not be interrupted. When I cease to be carried along, when I no longer feel as though I were taking down dictation, I stop.

Doubt is nothing but a trivial agitation on the surface of the soul, while deep down there is a calm certainty.

A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.

Did you ever have a conversation with someone who misunderstood everything you had to say? It's exhausting, and the ironic part is that the more you try and explain yourself, the more mixed up things become. Your best friend knows when you're kidding, venting, and tired. He or she knows you and therefore doesn't read into the things you say.