Don't undo a brave and noble deed. Don't rob yourself of your own virtue.

Is there a design in the events of our lives? Or do things just happen, much like a junk yard falling down a staircase? If it's the latter, how do you deal with it?

I could only wonder again at the white race's naïveté in always sending forth our worst members as our emissaries.

Louisiana is a fresh-air mental asylum.

Age is a clever thief. It takes a little from you each day, so you're not aware of your loss until it'd irreversible.

In the alluvial sweep of the land, I thought I could see the past and the present and the future all at once, as though time were not sequential in nature but took place without a beginning or an end, like a flash of green light rippling outward from the center of creation, not unlike a dream inside the mind of God.

The best thing about being a best-selling writer is being a best-selling writer. More seriously, today I can write full time and pay the bills.