We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome.

Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.

The people in flight from the terror behind-strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever.

It is not enough to say that we cannot know or judge because all the information is not in. The process of gathering knowledge does not lead to knowing. A child's world spreads only a little beyond his understanding while that of a great scientist thrusts outward immeasurably. An answer is invariably the parent of a great family of new questions. So we draw worlds and fit them like tracings against the world about us, and crumple them when we find they do not fit and draw new ones.

Three hours of writing require twenty hours of preparation. Luckily I have learned to dream about the work, which saves me some working time.

No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.

I write because I like to write. I find joy in the texture and tone and rhythm of words. It is a satisfaction like that which follows good and shared love.