God does not answer our desperate questionings; he simply gives us himself.

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.

God does not answer our desperate questionings; he simply gives us himself.

A good critic is the sorcerer who makes some hidden spring gush forth unexpectedly under our feet.

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.

We are, all of us, molded and remolded by those who have loved us, and though that love may pass, we remain none the less their work--a work that very likely they do not recognize, and which is never exactly what they intended.

If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.