I consider myself foremost a novelist with the intent of crafting stories that people will remember.

Poets knew that isolation in nature, far from people and things man-made, was good for the soul, and he'd always identified with poets.

I never know what to tell them. I mean, there's nothing you can say to make a person stop hurting. Half the time, I just feel like telling them the truth. I'd say that for 3 months, you're going to feel worse than you've ever felt and you cope as best you can. And that after 6 months, the pain isn't so bad, but it still hurts more than you think it will. And even after years, you still find yourself thinking about the person you lost and get sad about it. And you still miss them all the time.

America was in full swing now, all the papers said so, and people were rushing forward, leaving behind the horrors of war. She understood the reasons, but they were rushing, like Lon, toward long hours and profits, neglecting the things that brought beauty to the world.

There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one’s cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore.

in all the years we spend together, I never once regretted the fact that I had chosen her and that she had chosen me as well.

I have a great wife and it's very easy to be romantic because it makes her happy and then my life is so much better when she's happy.