The South is very beautiful but its beauty makes one sad because the lives that people live here, and have lived here, are so ugly.

The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.

There exists among the intolerable degraded, the perverse and powerful desire to force into the arena of the actual those fantastic crimes of which they have been accused, achieving their vengeance and their own destruction through making the nightmare real.

Being in the pulpit, was like being in the theatre; I was behind the scenes and knew how the illusion worked.

People pay for what they do, and still more for what they have allowed themselves to become, and they pay for it, very simply, by the lives they lead.

It is astonishing that in a country so devoted to the individual, so many people should be afraid to speak.

Rage cannot be hidden, it can only be dissembled. This dissembling deludes the thoughtless, and strengthens rage and adds, to rage, contempt.