Words mean nothing. Action is the only thing. Doing. That's the only thing.

All writers write about the past, and I try to make it come alive so you can see what happened.

Sometimes you got to hurt something to help something. Sometimes you have to plow under one thing in order for something else to grow.

What I miss today more than anything else - I don't go to church as much anymore - but that old-time religion, that old singing, that old praying which I love so much. That is the great strength of my being, of my writing.

I have no more to say except this: We must live with our own conscience.

But let us say he was (guilty). Let us for a moment say he was (guilty). What justice would there be to take his life? Justice, gentlemen? Why, I would just as soon put a hog in the electric chair as this.

We wait till now? Now, when we're old men, we get to be brave?