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

I still don't even know if the sheriff will let me see him. And suppose he did; what then? What do I say to him? Do I know what a man is? Do I know how a man is supposed to die? I'm still trying to find out how a man should live. Am I supposed to tell someone how to die who has never lived?

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

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.

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

We all have much more in common than we have difference. I would say that about people all over the world. They don't know how much in common that they have

I believe that the writer should tell a story. I believe in plot. I believe in creating characters and suspense.