Anything can have happened in Oklahoma. Practically everything has.

It's terrible to realize that you don't learn how to live until you're ready to die; and, then it's too late.

I don't know what it is that makes a writer go to his desk in his shut-off room day after day after year after year unless it is the sure knowledge that not to have done the daily stint of writing that day is infinitely more agonizing than to write.

Whoever said love conquers all was a fool. Because almost everything conquers love - or tries to.

Christmas is not a season. It is a feeling.

Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.

It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn't here.