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

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.

Courage and fear were one thing too.

In my heart there may be doubt that I deserve the Nobel award over other men of letters whom I hold in respect and reverence, but there is no question of my pleasure and pride in having it for myself.

The warfare between the unaroused male and female is constant and ferocious. Each blames the other for his loss of soul.

We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome.

There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of postage stamps. If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go.