Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him.
I am thankful, of course, for the prize and thankful to God for each story, each idea, each word, each day.
There was my name up in lights. I said, ‘God, somebody’s made a mistake.’ But there it was, in lights. And I sat there and said, ‘Remember, you’re not a star.’ Yet there it was up in lights.
White… is not a mere absence of colour it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black… God paints in many colours but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white.