justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.

I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.

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

There are those who know and those who don't know. And for every ten thousand who don't know there's only one who knows. That's the miracle of all time--the fact that these millions know so much but don't know this.

But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends. Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.

I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.

She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.