The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.

I began to feel that if religion was either an illusion or a revelation, it was simpler to accept it as an illusion.

To men and women who want to do things, there is nothing quite so driving as the force of an imprisoned ego. . . . All genius comes from this class.

A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it's all over.

The author lives with one foot in an everyday world and the other feeling about anxiously for a foothold in another more precarious one.

That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.

Peace is not a passive but an active condition, not a negation but an affirmation.