There are times when breakfast seems the one thing worth getting up for.

The writer can only explore the inner space of his characters by perceptively navigating his own.

Anyone informed that the universe is expanding and contracting in pulsations of eighty billion years has a right to ask. What's in it for me?

There are times when breakfast seems the one thing worth getting up for.

I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork.

When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.

Let us hope, I prayed, that a kind Providence will put a speedy end to the acts of God under which we have been laboring.