We looked at each other, and I could see in those big reddened eyes that he was not going to scream. He was full of anger - and who could blame him? - but he was no fool. He needed me, and he wanted me here, if only to insult me.

I try to write something that would interest anybody and keep them turning the page. You must have a plot and good storyline.

Nietzsche said without music, life would be a mistake. To me, without books, life would be a mistake.

"What for?" I said. "What for, Tante Lou? He treated me the same way he treated her. He wants me to feel guilty, just as he wants her to feel guilty. Well, I'm not feeling guilty, Tante Lou. I didn't put him there. I do everything I know how to do to keep people like him from going there. He's not going to make me feel guilty."

"You going back," she said. "You ain't going to run away from this, Grant."

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

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