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

Thou mayest rule over sin.

I have written a great many stories and I still don't know how to go about it except to write it and take my chances.

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

Up ahead they's a thousan' lives we might live, but when it comes it'll on'y be one.

I suffer as always from the fear of putting down the first line. It is amazing the terrors, the magics, the prayers, the straightening shyness that assails one.

The direction of a big act will warp history, but probably all acts do the same in their degree, down to a stone stepped over in the path or the breath caught at sight of a pretty girl or a fingernail nicked in the garden soil.