Lord, how the day passes! It's like a life - so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly when we do.

Saints can spring from any soil.

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.

I am sifting my memories, the way men pan the dirt under a barroom floor for the bits of gold dust that fall between the cracks. It's small mining-- small mining. You're too young a man to be panning memories, Adam. You should be getting yourself some new ones, so that the mining will be richer when you come to age.

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do...Try to be better than yourself.

Ever'body's askin' that. "What we comin' to?" Seems to me we don't never come to nothin'. Always on the way.

Misfortune is a fact of nature acceptable to women, especially when it falls on other women.