Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious. They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognized. Then, later, they spring.

If we were all on trial for our thoughts, we would all be hanged.

Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.

This above all, to refuse to be a victim.

Potential has a shelf life.

Writing is alone, but I don't think it's lonely. Ask any writer if they feel lonely when they're writing their book, and I think they'll say no.

I grew up with the biologists. I know how they think.