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.

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

"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."

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

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

There will always be men struggling to change, and there will always be those who are controlled by the past.

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