The story as told in The Odyssey doesn't hold water. There are too many inconsistencies.

To want is to have a weakness.

No male writer is likely to be asked to sit on a panel addressing itself to the special problems of a male writer.

If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.

What a lost person needs is a map of the territory, with his own position marked on it so he can see where he is in relation to everything else.

Once upon a time, novelists of the 19th century, such as Charles Dickens, published in serial form.

Your hand is a warm stone I hold between two words.