I cannot remember back to a year in which I did not consider myself to be a writer, and the younger I was the bigger that capital 'W.

I cannot remember back to a year in which I did not consider myself to be a writer, and the younger I was the bigger that capital 'W.

In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

I'm finished with something, but I'm not beginning anything. That's wrong. When you finish something, you ought always to begin something new.

The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance.

We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la.