I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
The greatest ideas are the simplest.
Heaven lies around us in our infancy.
Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
I don't think they [contemporary writers] read me either. I mean, if we're concerned genuinely with writing, I think we probably get on with our work.
How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?