There is the outside of a story, and the inside of a story... One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

...who I am to talk? I dream of rain.

From the time I could read, I found solace in my father's library...At the ages of ten and eleven and twelve I would have preferred to remain in the library...

Perhaps I was drawn to stories in which people found their true desires because I was a stranger to myself.

...never to rush something I was creating, but instead let it come into being as if it had a soul of it's own.

But I was not a mouse. In the fields where I walked, I was much more interested in the actions of the hawks.

I knew what happened in fairy tales. The strong survived while the weak were eaten alive.

She understood love. What destroys you saves you, she had told me.

I only had access to him when we were together in the library, and I loved them both -the library and my father- equally and without question.

Although my father had never been there, I came to believe I would someday see that city for him.

As America slept, our constitutional quilt was slowly being unraveled by special interest... I hope you like the cold.

Hiroshima and Nagasaki were atomized at a time when the Japanese were suing desperately for peace.

If I shut everything else out and filled the room with memories, the past could become the present, and I could live there, with him. I would never leave.

In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.

I don't believe in making a record and rushing it.

Never again! I can see no reason for marriage - ever at all. I've had it. Three times is enough.

Accuse not nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.

Whether we're prepared or not, life has a habit of thrusting situations upon us.

When people cease to complain, they cease to think.

Yes, but I - you know, it's been such a long time, I'm sure that I've got cousins and uncles that I've never met before, you know, that I've left behind.