So, you know, I think any life has in it enough material, enough points of departure, to fuel a writer's career and that we shouldn't worry about what we're not but to try to focus on what we are and what we do know.

A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens.

What we need is progress with an escape hatch.

Among the repulsions of atheism for me has been its drastic uninterestingness as an intellectual position.

Children are not a zoo of entertainingly exotic creatures, but an array of mirrors in which the human predicament leaps out at us.

In all the green world nothing feels as good as a woman's good nature.

What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.