The prose as such has to be singing the song the story is telling.

Some animals are secretive; some are shy. A cat is private.

Stories should be natural as apples, brief as lust, long as a thought.

Looking at a cat, like looking at clouds or stars or the ocean, makes it difficult to believe there is nothing miraculous in this world.

There's hardly anywhere in literature where you don't find a triangle.

Of mystery there is no end. Of clarity, there is precious little.

There is always something for which there is no accounting. Take, for example, the whole world.

I read assiduously. I kept in touch with my species.

Is the story developing an attitude or victimized by it.

Self-confidence can be crippling.

I can only gesture at what makes a story good.

Neither the stone that made you stumble is your enemy, nor the stone that helped you cross the river is your friend! Universe just lives its own life!

We must think things not words or at least we must constantly translate our words into the facts for which they stand if we are to keep to the real and the true.

True contentment is a thing as active as agriculture. It is the power of getting out of any situation all that there is in it. It is arduous and it is rare.

Life is God's gift to us. What we do with it is our gift to God.

The war has jerked us pretty sharply into consciousness about this slug-a-bed sin of Sloth, and perhaps we need not say too much about it. But two warnings are rather necessary.

The final evaluation of a play has nothing to do with immediate audience or critical response.

When you reach your highest goal, choose a new one.

History remembers only the celebrated, genealogy remembers them all.

Why should we not pray to our mother who are in heaven, as well as to our father?

What do you call it when two people have intense shared history? when nothing can separate them? Soul Sisters