Looking at a cat, like looking at clouds or stars or the ocean, makes it difficult to believe there is nothing miraculous in this world.

The prose as such has to be singing the song the story is telling.

I read assiduously. I kept in touch with my species.

There is always something for which there is no accounting. Take, for example, the whole world.

There's hardly anywhere in literature where you don't find a triangle.

Of mystery there is no end. Of clarity, there is precious little.

Self-confidence can be crippling.