I've been homesick for countries I've never been, and longed to be where I couldn't be.

It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.

The constants that I look for are a love of light and a determination to trace some moral chain of being.

Fiction is art and art is the triumph over chaos (no less) and we can accomplish this only by the most vigilant exercise of choice, but in a world that changes more swiftly that we can perceive there is always the danger that our powers of selection will be mistaken and that the vision we serve will come to nothing.

Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains.

The irony of Christmas is always upon the poor in heart; the mystery of the solstice is always upon the rest of us.

Homesickness is nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.