Euripedes. Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.

Severe illness isolates those in close contact with it, because it inevitably narrows the focus of concern. To a certain extent this can lead to healing, but not if the circle of concern is so tight that it cannot be broken into, or out of.

With each book I write, I become more and more convinced that the books have a life of their own, quite apart from me.

Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.

The deeper and richer a personality is, the more full it is of paradox and contradiction. It is only a shallow character who offers us no problems of contrast.

Artistic temperament sometimes seems a battleground, a dark angel of destruction and a bright angel of creativity wrestling.

We need the rock of the past under our feet in order to spring forward into the future.