Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.

The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.

I have seldom written a story, long or short, that I did not have to write and rewrite. There are single stories of mine that have taken me ten or twelve years to get written.

Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.

What is to be got at to make the air sweet, the ground good under the feet, can only be got at by failure, trial, again and again and again failure.

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

The eighteen years he has lived seem but a moment, a breathing space in the long march of humanity. Already he hears death calling. With all his heart he wants to come close to some other human, touch someone with his hands, be touched by the hand of another.