It's almost impossible to read a fine thing without wanting to do a fine thing.

I have written a great many stories and I still don't know how to go about it except to write it and take my chances.

The candle aimed its spark of light at heaven, like an artist who consumes himself to become divine.

Men seem to be born with a debt they can never pay no matter how hard they try.

He can kill anything for need but he could not even hurt a feeling for pleasure.

Intentions, good or bad, are not enough. There's luck or fate or something else that takes over.

In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.