... to be "literary" appeared to my deluded innocence as an unending romance.
The only natural human beings seem to be those who are making trouble.
Experience has taught me that the only cruelties people condemn are those with which they do not happen to be familiar.
I ain't never seen no head so level that it could bear the lettin' in of politics.
If broken hearts could kill, the earth would be as dead as the moon.
The things I feared were not in the sky, but in the nature and in the touch of humanity. The cruelty of children . . . the blindness of the unpitiful - these were my terrors. But not the crash of thunder overhead, not the bolts of fire from the clouds.