We have treatments for disturbed persons, Nicholas. But, at least for the time being, we have no treatment for disturbing persons.

I was trapped in admiration for what I had once admired, as a fly in amber remains the captive of some long-vanished pine.

All time exists. That is the truth.... If the future did not exist now, how could we journey toward it? If the past does not exist still, how could we leave it behind?

Have a short story feature two situations, and then let them solve each other.

Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.

I don't think anyone is more intrinsically holy. People experience God in many ways; and it seems to me that God does what the rest of us do: He chooses the means that best gets His message across.

It may be that the only reason childhood memories act on us so strongly is that, being the most remote we possess, they are the worst remembered and so offer the least resistance to that process by which we mold them nearer and nearer to an ideal which is fundamentally artistic, or at least nonfactual.