What some people find in religion a writer may find in his craft...a kind of breaking through to glory.

The craft or art of writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for the wordlessness.

Luck or tragedy, some people get runs. Then of course there are those who divide it even, good and bad, but we never hear of them. Such a life doesn't demand attention. Only the people who get the good or bad runs.

Man has a choice and it's a choice that makes him a man.

The direction of a big act will warp history, but probably all acts do the same in their degree, down to a stone stepped over in the path or the breath caught at sight of a pretty girl or a fingernail nicked in the garden soil.

It is better to sit in appreciative contemplation of a world in which beauty is eternally supported on a foundation of ugliness: cut out the support, and beauty will sink from sight.

The craft of writing is the art of penetrating other minds with the figures that are in your own mind.