What baffles me is the comfort people find in the idea that somebody dealt this mess. Blind and meaningless chance seems to me so much more congenial - or at least less horrible. Prove to me that there is a God and I will really begin to despair.

Before the mind snaps, or the heart breaks, it gather itself like a clock about to strike. It might even be said one pulls himself together to disintegrate.

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

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

We are not primarily put on this earth to see through one another, but to see one another through.

What people believe is a measure of what they suffer.

I was thinking that we all learn by experience, but some of us have to go to summer school.