Writing is a way of fighting against oblivion, against death.

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

You have never lived until you've almost died.For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

"I can resist everything except temptation."

The beauty of literature is that it allows us to live a thousand lives.