God is a writer and we are both the heroes and the readers.

Whatever doesn't really happen is dreamed at night. It happens to one if it doesn't happen to another, tomorrow if not today, or a century hence if not next year.

The waste basket is the writer's best friend.

We know what a person thinks not when he tells us what he thinks, but by his actions.

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

Kindness, I've discovered, is everything in life.

When literature becomes overly erudite, it means that interest in the art has gone and curiosity about the artist is what's important. It becomes a kind of idolatry.