I thought there's something to be said for honor in this world where there doesn't seem to be any honor left. I thought that maybe happiness wasn't really anything more than the knowledge of a life well spent, in spite of whatever immediate discomfort you had to undergo, and that if a life well spent meant compromises and conciliations and reconciliations, and suffering at the hands of the person you love, well then better that than live without honor.

Let's face it, writing is hell.

A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.

I think that one of the compelling themes of fiction is this confrontation between good and evil.

Style comes only have long, hard practice and writing.

A great book should leave you with many experiences.

We would have to settle for the elegant goal of becoming ourselves.