Our little room was morbidly quiet and sorrow was heaped in my corner like dirty snow.

Dare we face the question of just how much of the darkness around us is of our own making?

a grudge will soon rot the pocket you carry it in.

The coffee was so strong it snarled as it lurched out of the pot.

In the country, weather is as important as food and sometimes means the difference between life and death.

I am neither Christian enough nor charitable enough to like anybody just because he is alive and breathing. I want people to interest or amuse me. I want them fascinating and witty or so dul as to be different. I want them either intellectually stimulating or wonderfully corny; perfectly charming or hundred percent stinker. I like my chosen companions to be distinguishable from the undulating masses and I don't care how.

There’s nothing as cozy as a piece of candy and a book.