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

The main emotion of the adult American who has had all the advantages of wealth, education, and culture is disappointment.

Falsehood is a critical element in fiction. Part of the thrill of being told a story is the chance of being hoodwinked. . .The telling of lies is a sort of sleight of hand that displays our deepest feelings about life.

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

At my back I hear the word-"homosexual"-and it seems to split my world in two.... It is ignorance, our ignorance of one another, that creates this terrifying erotic chaos. Information, a crumb of information, seems to light the world.

Sometimes the easiest-seeming stories to a reader are the hardest kind to write.

Who reads short stories? one is asked, and I like to think that they are read by men and women in the dentist's office, waiting to be called to the chair; they are read on transcontinental plane trips instead of watching banal and vulgar films spin out the time between our coasts; they are read by discerning and well-informed men and women who seem to feel that narrative fiction can contribute to our understanding of one another and the sometimes bewildering world around us.