The novelist screws up his courage in order to invest another two or three years in another attempt to float a boat of original design upon an invented ocean.

Poetry is engendered in solitude, so what better meter for it than the clip of a buckskin horse?

Men greet each other with a sock on the arm, women with a hug, and the hug wears better in the long run.

To relive the relationship between owner and slave we can consider how we treat our cars and dogs - a dog exercising a somewhat similar leverage on our mercies and an automobile being comparable in value to a slave in those days

The question of whether it's God's green earth is not at center stage, except in the sense that if so, one is reminded with some regularity that He may be dying.

There were periods during my childhood when I stammered so badly I couldn't talk at all.

Land of opportunity, land for the huddled masses where would the opportunity have been without the genocide of those Old Guard, bristling Indian tribes?