To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.

I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.

Outside the sky is light with stars

Ach, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why can’t I talk to you in a big darkish room at late evening—where the light is green from the waving trees outside? I’d like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one.

The truth is friendship is every bit as sacred and eternal as marriage.

Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to be a writer can afford to indulge in it.