One of the accidental joys of my writing life has been that I've had some lovely surprisingly good fortune with readers and I've brought readers to my dad's work. I can't tell you the joy that gives me. Because my father's work was masterful.
It takes two to speak the truth: one to speak and another to hear.
Dreams are the touchstones of our characters.
If it is surely the means to the highest end we know can any work be humble...
If you have built castles in the air your work need not be lost that is...
The truth was much more beautiful.
Don't call the world dirty because you forgot to clean your glasses.
If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.
