Christmas is sights, especially the sights of Christmas reflected in the eyes of a child.

Writers are a fascinating breed, because there are so many kinds of them, they are made by so many circumstances, conditions, and mysteries, and there are so many ways for writing to be done.

There is a small area of land in Asia Minor that is called Armenia, but it is not so. It is not Armenia. It is a place. There are only Armenians, and they inhabit the earth, not Armenia, since there is no Armenia. There is no America and there is no England, and no France, and no Italy. There is only the earth.

All writers are discontent. That's because they're aware of a potential and believe they're not reaching it.

The mad also laugh, or is that what Freud and the others discovered perhaps, that only the mad laugh?

Everybody has got to die, but I have always believed an exception would be made in my case.

In the time of your life, live-so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches.