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

Next to music beer was best.

People, unless they are nilly-willy or very sick, cannot be taken into the hands and be changed overnight into somthing more worth-while and profitable.

The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.

The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light. The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.

Writing, for me, is a search for God.

Passion is more important than justice.