To Love Someone Is To

A Good Critic Is The Sorcerer Who Makes Some Hidden Spring Gush Forth Unexpectedly Under Our Feet.

Every Novel Worthy Of The Name Is Like Another Planet, Whether Large Or Small, Which Has Its Own Laws Just As It Has Its Own Flora And Fauna.

Where Does Discipline End? Where Does Cruelty Begin? Somewhere Between These, Thousands Of Children Inhabit A Voiceless Hell.

To Love Someone Is To See A Miracle Invisible To Others.

I Write Whenever It Suits Me. During A Creative Period I Write Every Day; A Novel Should Not Be Interrupted. When I Cease To Be Carried Along, When I No Longer Feel As Though I Were Taking Down Dictation, I Stop.