You must try to forget all you have learned,” said the old man. “You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.

I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

It is all right you're saying you do not need other people, but there are a lot of people who need you.

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

The writing of words can lead to all sorts of absurdities.