Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How's your entailment gettin' along?

It's not time to worry yet

A mob's always made up of people, no matter what. Mr. Cunningham was part of a mob last night, but he was still a man. Every mob in every little Southern town is always made up of people you know--doesn't say much for them, does it?

Characters make their own plot. The dimensions of the characters determine the action of the novel.

Sometimes the Bible in the hands of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hands of another.

People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.

Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whisky bottle in the hand of another... There are just some kind of men who - who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.