Truth Is No Rounder Than A Horse's

Perhaps He Was A Fool, But He Thought That If A Work Were Truly Great You Would Only Have To Read It Once And You Would Be Stolen From Yourself, Desperately Moved, Changed Forever.

Accident Is As Much A Part Of Fiction As Anything Else, Symbolic Of The Grace That, Along With Will, Conspires To Put Words On The Page.

The Treasures Of The Earth Were Movement, Courage, Laughter And Love.

I've Always Been Terribly Uninterested In Criticism. And One Of The Reasons, I Just Thought Recently, Is That You Know There Are Various Schools Of Criticism That Will Compete, And One Will Supercede The Other.

One Is Attracted To Beauty. Beauty Is The Coordination Of Things, In Such A Way, That It Is What Attracts You. It's Almost Self-defining.