A man who denies his past is a man who truly denies himself a future, for he refuses to know himself, and to deny knowledge of oneself is to stumble through life as handicapped as the blind mute.

Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens perhaps?

The worst enemy is one whose doctrines are founded in hate and are thus beyond debate.

It seems to me that women are freed from their responsibilities only when they are merry widows or eccentric old spinsters.

We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

The novelist is more a marathon runner than long-distance runner and the kind of courage it takes working in such isolation cannot be underestimated. I really respect my fellow writers on this front.

Everything flows from God, but we are limited by imposing our human perceptions upon him. Man designs God according to his own image and the image man has of himself is flawed.