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

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

Must the hunger become anger and the anger fury before anything will be done?

What some people find in religion a writer may find in his craft...a kind of breaking through to glory.

I like a lot of talk in a book and I don't like to have nobody tell me what the guy that's talking looks like. I want to figure out what he looks like from the way he talks.

But whereas a puppy will cringe away or roll on its back, groveling, a little boy may cover his shyness with nonchalance, with bravado, or with secrecy. And once a boy has suffered rejection, he will find rejection even where it does not exist-or, worse, will draw it forth from people simply by expecting it.

Father and son are natural enemies and each is happier and more secure in keeping it that way.