Her name was Maude and she drank whisky all day from a fruit jar under the counter.

I once received a letter from an old lady in California who informed me that when the tired reader comes home at night, he wishes to read something that will lift up his heart. And it seems her heart had not been lifted up by anything of mine she had read. I think that if her heart had been in the right place, it would have been lifted up.

Art transcends its limitations only by staying within them.

That's the trouble with you preachers," he said. "You've all got too good to believe in anything," and he drove off with a look of disgust and righteousness.

I think it is safe to say that while the South is hardly Christ-centered, it is most certainly Christ-haunted.

When using dialect, use it lightly. A dialect word here and there is enough. All you want to do is suggest. Never let it call attention to itself.

A story is a way to say something that can’t be said any other way, and it takes every word in the story to say what the meaning is.