The last clear definite function of man — muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need — this is man.

I've done my damndest to rip a reader's nerves to rags, I don't want him satisfied.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

The people in flight from the terror behind-strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever.

I think everyone in the world to a large or small extent has felt rejection. And with rejection comes anger, and with anger some kind of crime in revenge for the rejection, and with the crime guilt- and there is the story of mankind.

All Americans believe that they are born fishermen. For a man to admit a distaste for fishing would be like denouncing mother-love or hating moonlight.

The comfortable people in tight houses felt pity at first, and then distaste, and finally hatred for the migrant people.