We can shoot rockets into space but we can't cure anger or discontent.

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.

That man who is more then his elements knows the land that is more than its analysis.

... a man is a very important thing-maybe more important than a star.

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.

We have usurped many of the powers we once ascribed to God.

She had a dour Presbyterian mind and a code of morals that pinned down and beat the brains out of nearly everything that was pleasant to do.