I might not be a good socialist, any more than I'm a good Christian, but I am one.

Most of my stories have some basis in fact.

To someone standing in the nave, looking down the length of the church toward the east, the round window would seem like a huge sun exploding into innumerable shards of gorgeous color.

Man who betrayed you once would betray you twice.

When I'm writing a woman character, I don't think, 'What would a woman do?' I just think, 'What would this character do in this situation?

Why was it, Lloyd wondered, that the people who wanted to destroy everything good about their country were the quickest to wave the national flag?

Fear could paralyse. Action was the antidote.