There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.

I got to wear blinders all the time so I won't think sideways or in the past.

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.

I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.

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

All we can do is go around telling the truth.

And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.