Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind's essential illness.
I am not a theologian or a philosopher. I am a story teller.
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.
There's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!