All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.

But it's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks are slow on Sundays.

I've never been a teacher in my life.

All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.

Writing in the first person automatically gives you a point of view.

Those fellows, they're always crying over killers. Never a thought for the victims.

A man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.