Writing enlarges the landscape of the mind.

The present has its élan because it is always on the edge of the unknown and one misunderstands the past unless one remembers that this unknown was once part of its nature.

Well, youth is the period of assumed personalities and disguises. It is the time of the sincerely insincere.

A touch of science, even bogus science, gives an edge to the superstitious tale.

Writing enlarges the landscape of the mind.

The novel...creates a bemusing effect. The short story, on the other hand wakes the reader up. Not only that, it answers the primitive craving for art, the wit, paradox and beauty of shape, the longing to see a dramatic pattern and significance in our experience.

It is exciting and emancipating to believe we are one of nature's latest experiments, but what if the experiment is unsuccessful?