Modern capitalism, organising the reduction of all social life to a spectacle, cannot offer any spectacle other than that of our own alienation.

Your silence is loudest to those who love you most.

When you're young, you can excuse many things, hoping they will strengthen with time.

In fierce March weather White waves break tether, And whirled together At either hand, Like weeds uplifted, The tree-trunks rifted In spars are drifted, Like foam or sand.

I am as vast as God; there is nothing in the world O Miracle: that can shut me up in myself.

I like narrative storytelling as being part of a tradition, a folk tradition.

A narrow mind and a wide mouth usually go together.

One might as well attempt to calculate mathematically the contingent forms of the tinkling bits of glass in a kaleidoscope as to look through the tube of the future and foretell its pattern.

The definition of a page-turner really aught to be that this page is so good, you can't bear to leave it behind, but then the next page is there and it might be just as amazing as this one.

There are very few people who do what I do.

There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.