Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
You have to write the book that wants to be written.
We tend to think things are new because we've just discovered them.
If it's bad art, it's bad religion, no matter how pious the subject.
Wherever she was, holy laughter was present to heal and redeem.
A book comes and says, 'Write me.