It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

I'm not against TV; I don't go on the morning talk shows because I'm not invited. If I was, I might go.

The illusion is an agreement between the reader and writer that this [story] will be like life. The emotional temperature drops when you have footnotes.

Phyllis explained to him, trying to give of her deeper self, 'Don't you find it so beautiful, math? Like an endless sheet of gold chains, each link locked into the one before it, the theorems and functions, one thing making the next inevitable. It's music, hanging there in the middle of space, meaning nothing but itself, and so moving...'

Writing doesn't require drive. It's like saying a chicken has to have drive to lay an egg.

One of the cool, chaste countries - Canada or Sweden.

All men are mortal, and therefore all men are losers; our profoundest loyalty goes out to the failed.