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.

Come in early, so there'll be time to pop corn,' Mrs. Ray said. If she mentioned popping corn, they always came in early. So she usually mentioned it.

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.

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

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.

Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect.

One strain could call up the quivering expectancy of Christmas Eve, childhood, joy and sadness, the lonely wonder of a star