“Okay, compelling chase or no, you still haven't told us what a nephilopopogus is.”
“But this is okay. I smile slightly, looking towardthe sky, knowingthere's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe,by the way, thatmiracles can happen.”
“And haven't I told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses.”
“Knowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen. ”
“The essence of writing? A hound chasing a fox: irrationally compelled to win the prize and eventual disappointment that it's eluded you.”
“If what you did yesterday still looks big to you, you haven't done much today.”