These words dropped into my childish mind as if you should accidentally drop a ring into a deep well. I did not think of them much at the time, but there came a day in my life when the ring was fished up out of the well, good as new.

The trash and litter of nature disappears into the ground with the passing of each year, but man's litter has more permanence.

To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.

Maybe the hardest thing in writing is simply to tell the truth about things as we see them.

These too are of a burning color--not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that golden cream might be like the color of the poppies.

When I was very young and the urge to be someplace was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch.

The camera is one of the most frightening of modern weapons, particularly to people who have been in warfare, who have been bombed and shelled for at the back of a bombing run is invariably a photograph. In the back of ruined towns, and cities, and factories, there is aerial mapping, or spy mapping, usually with a camera. Therefore the camera is a feared instrument, and a man with a camera is suspected and watched wherever he goes... In the minds of most people today the camera is the forerunner of destruction, and it is suspected, and rightly so.