I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that's why.

But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again.

Hate cannot live alone. It must have love as a trigger, a goad, or a stimulant.

And Tom brought him chicken soup until he wanted to kill him. The lore has not died out of the world, and you will still find people who believe that soup will cure any hurt or illness and is no bad thing to have for the funeral either.

I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.

My own journey started long before I left, and was over before I returned.

In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms