The inner spaces that a good story lets us enter are the old apartments of religion.

But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.

Fraud makes the world go round.

The inner spaces that a good story lets us enter are the old apartments of religion.

Americans have been conditioned to respect newness, whatever it costs them.

Having children is something we think we ought to do because our parents did it, but when it is over the children are just other members of the human race, rather disappointingly.

The crooked little tomato branches, pulpy and pale as if made of cheap green paper, broke under the weight of so much fruit; there was something frantic in such fertility, a crying-out like that of children frantic to please.