We have such a young culture that there is an opportunity to contribute wonderful new myths to it, which will be accepted.

I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud.

Literature is by definition opinionated. It is bound to provoke the arguments in many quarters, not excluding the hometown or even the family of the author.

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

As stupid and vicious as men are, this is a lovely day.

Ignore the awful times, and concentrate on the good ones.

There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.