The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennessee and she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey's mind. Bailey was the son she liver with, her only boy.

The old woman was the kind who would not cut down a large old tree because it was a large old tree.

There's many a bestseller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.

You ought to be able to discover something from your stories. If you don't, probably nobody else will.

I love a lot of people, understand none of them.

In yourself right now is all the place you've got.

I write any sort of rubbish which will cover the main outlines of the story, then I can begin to see it.