The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.

Some men are heroes by nature in that they will give all that is in them without regard to the effort or to the personal returns.

I have more to say than Hemingway, and God knows, I say it better than Faulkner.

We wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart - the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.

Passion is more important than justice.

People felt themselves watching him even before they knew that there was anything different about him. His eyes made a person think that he heard things that no one else had ever heard, that he knew things no one had ever guessed before. He did not seem quite human.

She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.