“How do you make a book that anyone will read out of lives as quiet as these? Where are the things that novelists seize upon and readers expect? Where is the high life, the conspicuous waste, the violence, the kinky sex, the death wish? Where are the suburban infidelities, the promiscuities, the convulsive divorces, the alcohol, the drugs, the lost weekends? Where are the hatreds, the political ambitions, the lust for power? Where are speed, noise, ugliness, everything that makes us who we are and makes us recognize ourselves in fiction?”
“Lord, where we are wrong, make us willing to change; where we are right, make us easy to live with.”
“The question of what we are can only be answered by ourselves. We each decide what we are by the life choices we make. How we were made, who are parents are, where we are from, the color of our skin, who we choose to love, all those things do not define us. Our actions define us, and will keep defining us until even after death.”
“Books give not wisdom where none was before.But where some is, there reading makes it more.”
“Books give not wisdom where none was before. But where some is, there reading makes it more.”
“We live in times where the speed of our life is increasing but leading us nowhere.”