Written words still have the amazing power to bring out the best and worst of human nature

My answer is: Recognize yourself in others

In a certain sense a writer is 'selected' by his subject - his subject being the consciousness of his own era.

Any writer of any worth at all hopes to play only a pocket-torch of light - and rarely, through genius, a sudden flambeau - into the bloody yet beautiful labyrinth of human experience, of being.

Fiction is a way of exploring possibilities present but undreamt of in the living of a single life.

Everyone ends up moving alone towards the self

One can't measure how a mood of confidence comes about.