No One More Cynical Than An Idealist.

I Must Suppose That Reading Wonderful Writers May, Inadvertently, Teach An Avid Reader A Great Deal -- Not Only About Life And Other Matters, But About How To Write. Therefore Doubtless I Have Benefited From Frequent Immersions In The Glowing Genius Of Others. It Would Be Nice To Think So. (i Do Actually Think So). But To Improve My Skills Will Never Be The Prompting Force Of My Reading -- That's Just Literary Lust.

Hope Is A Punishable Offense. The Verdict Is Always Death; One More Death Of The Heart.

The Soul Is A Magician. Only Living Flesh Hampers It.

I Think Of Myself As A Storyteller, And That Is It.

The Humble Were The Elect Of God. Did Not The Priests Teach So, In Their Gemmed, Kingly Robes, From Their Towering Pulpits?