The reason we write fiction is because it's so much easier to exist spending part of each day in an imaginary world.

I am of course a skeptic about the divinity of Christ and a scorner of the notion that there is a God who cares how we are or what we do.

With words alone, Gail Godwin has created an important piece of music about a love which death can only increase and deepen. Yes, and Frances Halsband's illustrations are a haunting countermelody.

As a matter of social class Ku Klux Klan would have been regarded as white trash.

America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves.

It's a terrible waste to be happy and not notice it.

I'm a painter in my dreams, you know.