What hidden, hoarded longings there are in all of us.

Maybe the hardest thing in writing is simply to tell the truth about things as we see them.

My own journey started long before I left, and was over before I returned.

There's a capacity for appetite... that a whole heaven and earth of cake can't satisfy

Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry people can eat, I'll be there.

War ... a reversal of the rules where a man is permitted to kill all the humans he can.

Some people there are who, being grown; forget the horrible task of learning to read. It is perhaps the greatest single effort that the human undertakes, and he must do it as a child.