For The Deeds Of A Man, Not

All That Writers Can Do Is Keep Trying To Say What Is Deepest In Their Hearts.

How Easy It Is To Think Well Of Ourselves. Until The Moment Is Upon Us, We Can Never Be Certain.

I Can't Single Out One Of My Books Or Characters As A Favorite. In The Same Way That I Don't Have A Favorite Kidney, My Books Are Organically All Part Of Myself. I Might Even Say That Put All Together, The Books Are One Ongoing, Developing Story - Which, Not Coincidentally, Happens To Be My Own Lifestory.

That Is Why Your Sacrifice Was All The More Difficult. You Chose To Be A Hero Not Through Enchantment But Through Your Own Manhood.

He [the Cat] Liked To Peep Into The Refrigerator And Risk Having His Head Shut In By The Closing Door. He Also Climbed To The Top Of The Stove, Discontinuing The Practice After He Singed His Tail.