The great authors share their souls with us- "literally.

Writing makes no noise, except groans, and it can be done everywhere, and it is done alone.

Music is another way of thinking, or maybe thinking is another kind of music.

Almost anything carried to a logical extreme becomes depressing.

The fish in the creek said nothing. Fish never do. Few people know what fish think about injustice, or anything else.

But it doesn't take a thousand men to open a door, my lord." "It might to keep it open.

Without war there are no heroes. What harm would that be? Oh, Lavinia, what a woman's question that is.