Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

All sunshine without a little rain makes a desert.

Without the oceans there would be no life on Earth.

I don't know; I think I'd be gloomy without some faith that there is a purpose and there is a kind of witness to my life.

In leaving New York in 1957, I did leave without regret the literary demimonde of agents and would-be's and with-it nonparticipants; this world seemed unnutritious and interfering.

Without books, we might just melt into the airwaves and be just another set of blips.