I think there must have been some other girl printed somewhere in his heart, for he was a man of love and his wife was not a woman to show her feelings.

Says he foun' he jus' got a little piece of a great big soul. Says a wilderness ain't no good, 'cause his little piece of a soul wasn't no good 'less it was with the rest, an' was whole.

A writer lives in awe of words, for they can be cruel or kind, and they can change their meanings right in front of you. They pick up flavors and odors like butter in a refrigerator.

The craft of writing is the art of penetrating other minds with the figures that are in your own mind.

If I was alone I could live so easy. I could go get a job an' work, an' no trouble.

Socialism never took root in America.

Our people are good people; our people are kind people. Pray God some day kind people won't all be poor.