Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?

I was raised by a lady that was crippled all her life but she did everything for me and she raised me. She washed our clothes, cooked our food, she did everything for us. I don't think I ever heard her complain a day in her life. She taught me responsibility towards my brother and sisters and the community.

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

Without love for my fellow man and respect for nature, to me, life is an obscenity.

The sharecropper may lower his eyes, but not because he's less of a man. That's just a condition of society that such things exist.

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.

I suppose I started writing seriously at 16 years old. I thought I wrote a novel at 16 and sent it to New York! They sent it back because it wasn't novel.