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.

The mark of fear is not easily removed.

I write with as much objectivity as I can.

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

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

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