I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.

I should have known I am the rain. I am the land and I am the rain. The grass will grow out of me in a little while.

Trouble with mice is you always kill 'em.

Liza poured thick batter from a pitcher onto a soapstone griddle. The hot cakes rose like little hassocks, and small volcanoes formed and erupted on them until they were ready to be turned. A cheerful brown, they were, with tracings of darker brown. And the kitchen was full of the good sweet smell of them.

To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.

American married life is the doormat to the whorehouse.

I have wondered why is it that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death that others.