Madly, futilely, I wrote novel after novel, eight in all, that failed to find a publisher. I persisted because for me the novel was the supreme literary form - not just one among many, not a relic of the past,… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
Self-sufficiency is the enemy of salvation. If you are self-sufficient, you have no need of God. If you have no need of God, you… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
My study is a converted garage which is largely lined with bookshelves and cardboard boxes filled with manuscripts of my film scripts, plays and… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
Madly, futilely, I wrote novel after novel, eight in all, that failed to find a publisher. I persisted because for me the novel was… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
God creates us free, free to be selfish, but He adds a mechanism that will penetrate our selfishness and wake us up to the… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
When I began to write seriously, 40 years ago now, my chosen form was the novel. — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
He accepted what each moment brough him, and never troubled himself with matters that were outside his control. — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
All the fear in the world, and the violence that comes from the fear, and the hatred that comes from the violence, and the… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
There is this notion that the lives of the comfortable-off middle class don't merit being treated seriously and with compassion. — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
“It was wonderful, Eddy. It was perfect.' 'No,' he says. 'But it will be.” — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
I am as I am. The world is as it is. Whether I am content with that has very little to do with it. — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
“HARRINGTON: And God hears your prayer, doesn't he? We hear Joy's getting better. ... LEWIS: That's not why I pray, Harry. I pray because… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
To put it another way, pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world. Why must it be pain? Why can't he rouse us… — William Nicholson Copy Share Image
