Really the best way to learn about something is simply to read it and not make a scientific theory of interpretation.

I have to confess that I have so rarely experienced triumph that I cannot claim to know it well enough to judge, but it seems to be at best a momentary joy followed instantly by sadness, and, then, of necessity, by wariness.

their powerlessness, innocence, and imagination fused to enable them to turn time inside out, travel on the wind, and enter the souls of animals.

and even when I was broken the way sometimes one can be broken, and even though I had fallen, I found upon arising that I was stronger than before, that the glories, if I may call them that, which I had loved so much and that had been darkened in my fall, were shinning even brighter and nearly everytime subsequently I have fallen and darkness has come over me, they have obstinately arisen, not as they were, but brighter.

To be mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been.

The treasures of the earth were movement, courage, laughter and love.

Accident is as much a part of fiction as anything else, symbolic of the grace that, along with will, conspires to put words on the page.