These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.

The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.

If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.

When your own life is threatened, your sense of empathy is blunted by a terrible, selfish hunger for survival.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

Any writer will be happy and good only if they know what they're doing and why they're doing it.

It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.