...knowing that to be a librarian was to come as close as any human being can to sitting in the peak-seat of eternity's engine.

Art is the concrete artifact of faith and expectation, the realization of a world that would otherwise be little more than a veil of pointless consciousness stretched over a gulf of mystery.

If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. - Japanese Proverb

The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.

And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.

As it happened, all three of us turned out to be real writers--a coincidence almost too large to be termed mere coincidence in a society where literally tens of thousands (maybe hundreds of thousands) of college students aspire to the writer's trade and where bare hundreds actually break through.

The devil's voice is sweet to hear.