Waiting is the great vocation of the dispossessed.

Waiting [is] the great vocation of the dispossessed.

I don't have any great first job tales: I've never worked on a tramp steamer or in a coal mine or anything like that. I think the inspiration for my writing came largely from my father and the joy that life in books represented to me.

We're waiting for their response so we can get cracking before Easter.

Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness.