We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.

...men in fear and hunger destroy their stomachs in the fight to secure certain food, where men hungering for love destroy everything lovable about them.

Doc tips his hat to dogs as he drives by and the dogs look up and smile at him.

Only God sees the sparrow fall, but even God doesn't do anything about it.

Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.

A woman journalist in England asked me why Americans usually wrote about their childhood and a past that happened only in imagination, why they never wrote about the present. This bothered me until I realized why - that a novelist wants to know how it comes out, that he can't be omnipotent writing a book about the present, particularly this one.

for how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them.