There are a lot of people who are doing wonderful things, quietly, with no motive of greed, or hostility toward other people, or delusions of superiority.

That was the overwhelming thing to me, the joy of carrying my portable typewriter to an event and trying to describe it.

The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines.

I didn't like the competitiveness of big-time journalism.

There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass

Kids are always asked, What are you going to be when you grow up? I needed an answer. So instead of saying, a fireman, or a policeman, I said, a reporter.

I remember being in the public library and my jaw just aching as I looked around at all those books I wanted to read. There just wasn't time enough to read everything I wanted to read.