He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.

... too much brooding, not enough doing.

I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.

They waited. The door did not open. The rain did not stop. The darkness made a tent and covered them completely.

Nothing so completely verifies our perception of a thing as our killing of it.

And what you do is you go into where your anger is, if you're writing anger, you go into where your hatred is, if you're writing hatred. Your joy is, if you're writing joy. You find the source of the energy that draws hatred, anger, joy, etc., etc., etc. That's what you have to find. That's what you do as an actor and that's what you do as a writer. And you bring people to the page.

The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [...] be closed with a shout of recognition.