I cannot believe such monstrous energy of grief can lead to nothing!

When I was a child I truly loved: Unthinking love as calm and deep As the North Sea. But I have lived, And now I do not sleep.

The primary subject of fiction is and has always been human emotion, values, and beliefs.

Talking, talking. Spinning a web of words, pale walls of dreams, between myself and all I see.

Our noblest hopes grow teeth and pursue us like tigers.

When people are serving, life is no longer meaningless.

We know that where community exists in confers upon its members identity, a sense of belonging, and a measure of security. . . . Communities are the ground-level generators and preservers of values and ethical systems.