What happened was no accident. Everything was preordained. True, the will was free, but heaven also made its ordinances.

When you betray somebody else, you also betray yourself.

Every body resisted (the slaughterer) in its own fashion, tried to escape and seemed to argue with the Creator to its last breath.

Each soul must accomplish its task, or it would not have been sent here.

A good writer is basically a story teller, not a scholar or a redeemer of mankind.

I am thankful, of course, for the prize and thankful to God for each story, each idea, each word, each day.

In God's mill even chaff becomes flour.