You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

The basic rule [of writing] given us was simple and heartbreaking. A story to be effective had to convey something from the writer to the reader, and the power of its offering was the measure of its excellence. Outside of that, there were no rules.

Rich, poor, Panhandle, Gulf, city, country, Texas is the obsession, the proper study, and the passionate possession of all Texans.

In Spanish there is a word for which I can't find a counterword in English. It is the verb VACILAR... It does not mean vacillating at all. If one is vacilando, he is going somewhere, but does not greatly care whether or not he gets there, although he has direction.

Well, I git enough sorrow. I like to git away from it.