I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life.
He weeps like a child, catching his breath and hiccuping,his face drenched with tears.We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relations...
And so the explanation for why Agatha Christie is the most popular author in the history of the world. Her appeal is as wide and her dissemination as great as the Bible's, because she is a modern apos...
A story is a wedding in which we listeners are the groom watching the bride coming up the aisle. It is together, in an act of imaginary consummation, that the story is born. This act wholly involves u...
How do you live with evil? Art is traditionally - certainly with my secular background - the answer, but art is very self-referential, whereas religion claims to go beyond the bounds of human existenc...
Very few castaways can claim to have survived so long, and none in the company of an adult Bengal tiger.
The multitude of the curious and the offended descends upon him.
Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.
I felt like I was beating a rainbow to death.
For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.
Do you understand? You've been praying to a crucified chimpanzee all these years. Your Son of Man is not a god-he's just an ape on a cross!
Catholics have a reputation for severity, for judgment that comes down heavily.
The sad fact is there are no natural deaths, despite what doctors say. Every death is felt by someone as a murder, the unjust taking of a loved being. And even the luckiest of us will encounter at lea...
I never had problems with my fellow scientists. Scientists are a friendly, atheistic, hard-working, beer-drinking lot whose minds are preoccupied with sex, chess and baseball when they are not preoccu...
What is the purpose of reason, Richard Parker? Is it no more than to shine at practicalities - the getting of food, clothing and shelter? Why can't reason give greater answers? Why can we throw a ques...
That's what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?
Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is color that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.
If there's only one nation in the sky, shouldn't all passports be valid for it?
I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart...
I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent.