Christianity is a strangely cheery religion.

He had the feeling that everything he saw was a broken-off piece of some giant blank thing that he had forgotten had happened to him.

A working knowledge of the devil can be very well had from resisting him.

There may never be anything new to say, but there is always a new way to say it, and since, in art, the way of saying a thing becomes a part of what is said, every work of art is unique and requires fresh attention.

Later he saw Jesus move from tree to tree in the back of his mind, a wild ragged figure motioning him to turn around and come off into the dark where he might be walking on the water and not know it and then suddenly know it and drown.

There won't be any biographies of me because, for only one reason, lives spent between the house and the chicken yard do not make exciting copy.

The problem of the novelist who wishes to write about a man's encounter with God is how he shall make the experience--which is both natural and supernatural--understandable, and credible, to his reader. In any age this would be a problem, but in our own, it is a well- nigh insurmountable one. Today's audience is one in which religious feeling has become, if not atrophied, at least vaporous and sentimental.