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.

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

"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."

The mark of fear is not easily removed.

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.

Everything's been said, but it needs saying again.

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