One day we'll sit and you'll lay it out on the table, neat like a solitaire deck, but now - why, you can't find all the cards.

it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials.

Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.

And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.

I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents.... The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

The ancient commission of the writer has not changed. He is charged with exposing our many grievous faults and failures, with dredging up to the light our dark and dangerous dreams for the purpose of improvement.

We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.