Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart.

All art, in spite of the struggles of some critics to prove otherwise, is based on emotion and projects emotion.

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?

... politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred.

The fact, and the intuition or logic about the fact, are severe coordinates in fiction. In the short story they must cross with hair-line precision.

Perhaps this very instant is your time.