I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight.

The first book is the book you have to write to get back at your parents; the book you always had in you. Once you get that out of your way, you can start writing books.

I assume then, that you have no real faith in the fondness any of the rest of us may feel for you?''None,' said Mrs. Halloran.

I remember that I stood on the library steps holding my books and looking for a minute at the soft hinted green in the branches against the sky and wishing, as I always did, that I could walk home across the sky instead of through the village.

All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.

Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?