Love Doesn't Grow On Trees Like Apples

Nothing Like Poetry When You Lie Awake At Night. It Keeps The Old Brain Limber. It Washes Away The Mud And Sand That Keeps On Blocking Up The Bends. Like Waves To Make The Pebbles Dance On My Old Floors. And Turn Them Into Rubies And Jacinths; Or At Any Rate, Good Imitations.

I Had Come At Last And My Heart Was Beating Again Strongly To A Heart That Could Not Know Despair Because It Forgot Itself In The Duty Of Its Love.

What I Say To An Artist Is, 'when You Can't Paint - Paint.

God Is A Character, A Real And Consistent Being, Or He Is Nothing. If God Did A Miracle He Would Deny His Own Nature And The Universe Would Simply Blow Up, Vanish, Become Nothing.

A Novel Should Be An Experience And Convey An Emotional Truth Rather Than Arguments.