A Word Is Worth One Coin, Silence

A Writer Is A Strange Instrument Of Our Species, A Harp Of Sorts, Fine-tuned To The Dark Contradictions Of Life.

Each Generation Thinks It Fights New Battles. But The Battles Are The Same. Only The People Are Different.

I Don't Work On My Sabbath. I Write Five-and-a-half Or Six Days A Week.

A Man Must Fill His Life With Meaning, Meaning Is Not Automatically Given To Life.

I Think That To A Very Great Extent We Are Partners With The Divine In This Enterprise Called History. That Is An Ongoing Relationship, And There Is Absolutely No Guarantee That Things Will Automatically Work Out To Our Best Advantage.