Good God, what a mess of draggle-tail impulses a man is--and a woman too, I guess.

And Tom brought him chicken soup until he wanted to kill him. The lore has not died out of the world, and you will still find people who believe that soup will cure any hurt or illness and is no bad thing to have for the funeral either.

I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.

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.

Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.

When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day's work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.

I'll want to hear,' Samuel said. 'I eat stories like grapes.