I feel that by writing I am doing what is far more necessary than anything else.

Oh, but she never wanted James to grow a day older or Cam either. These two she would have liked to keep for ever just as the way they were, demons of wickedness, angels of delight, never to see them grow up into long-legged monsters.

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.

... why do people who live in the country always give themselves such airs?

Thus when I come to shape here at this table between my hands the story of my life and set it before you as a complete thing, I have to recall things gone far, gone deep, sunk into this life or that and become part of it; dreams, too, things surrounding me, and the inmates, those old half-articulate ghosts who keep up their hauntings by day and night... shadows of people one might have been; unborn selves.

You cannot cross the narrow bridge of art carrying all its tools in your hands. Some you must leave behind.

My notion's to think of the human beings first and let the abstract ideas take care of themselves.