What people want is perfection," said the man. "In themselves." "But they need the steps to it to be pointed out," said the woman. "In a simple order," said the man. "With encouragement," said the woman. "And a positive attitude.

You might 'write from the heart,' but you'd better polish with your brain.

It's rather useless to write a gripping narrative with nothing in it but climate change because novels are always about people even if they purport to be about rabbits or robots.

There are some women who seem to be born without fear, just as there are people who are born without the ability to feel pain ... Providence appears to protect such women, maybe out of astonishment.

You say, The sensed absence of God and the sensed presence amount to much the same thing, only in reverse.

Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out.

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.