He said, "I am a man," and that meant certain things to Juana. It meant that he was half insane and half god.

Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.

In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.

I do want to make it very convincing. And the best way to do that is to put most of it in dialogue.

Texas is a state of mind. Texas is an obsession. Above all else, Texas is a nation in every sense of the word.

The clouds appeared and went away, and in a while they did not try anymore.

Just as our bread, mixed and baked, packaged and sold without benefit of accident or human frailty, is uniformly good and uniformly tasteless, so will our speech become one speech.