The heart of their [Walsingham Witnesses] religion seemed to lie in disproving the religion of others.
I've rarely met a miserable, self-pitying blind person.
Sight is a slick and overbearing autocrat, trumpeting its prodigal knowledge and perceptions so forcefully that it drowns out the other, subtler senses.
I was a good student, sort of funny and athletic. I had friends.
Writing is not a genteel profession. It's quite nasty and tough and kind of dirty.
I, for one, find writing excruciating. Some mornings, as I'm on my way to my desk, my hands actually tremble with fear. The fear, of course, is that I'll sit down at the desk and discover that what I've written is claptrap. Fear inevitably leads to procrastination.