“The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.”
“Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.”
“If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.”
“Literature is where I go to explore the highest and lowest places in human society and in the human spirit, where I hope to find not absolute truth but the truth of the tale, of the imagination and of the heart.”
“Our journey starts, on this long, long steep slope.”
“The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection.”