I never know where I am going, though. That is part of what makes it so wonderful. And after all, who does?

Hope is a punishable offense. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I feel I belong, possibly more than in the so-called real world.

The dictate of the light says: Know yourself and what you are. The dark replies, By all means, but then become afraid.

It was not apathy. It was an intelligent disinterest in those things that could have no bearing on one's existence.

Writers tell stories better, because they've had more practice, but everyone has a book in them. Yes, that old cliche.

I submitted manuscripts to publishers. This was not so much a feeling that I should be published as a wish to escape the feared and hated drudgery of normal work.