Literature is what you write when you think you should be saying something. Writing begins when you'd rather be doing anything else: and you've just done it.

It's dark out, Jack, the stations out there don't identify themselves, we're in it raw-blind like burned rats, it's running out all around us, the footprints of the beast, one nobody has any notion of. The white and vacant eyes of something above there, something that doesn't know we exist. I smell heartbreak up there, Jack, a heartbreak at the center of things, and in which we don't figure at all.

Gentle and giving-all the rest is treason.

I think people need a little joy and humor as well as commitment in their lives

Do I not deal with angels When her lips I touch.

O take heart, my brothers. Even now... with every leader & every resource & every strategy of every nation on Earth arrayed against Her - Even now, O even now, my brothers, Life is in no danger of losing the argument! - For after all .... (as will be shown) She has only to change the subject.

All at Once Is What Eternity Is.