It gets cold in the desert at night, particularly up in the mountains; the stars hammer on the rock and strike frost.

It gets cold in the desert at night, particularly up in the mountains; the stars hammer on the rock and strike frost.

Pirates have always fascinated me.

Robespierre, crippled and blind, has yet to be healed to the knowledge that service - his desire - is a deed of savage-speaking gentleness, not soft-spoken savagery.

The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.

The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that is cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.

When I started as a writer, I knew nothing about publishing-nothing about anything!