What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness? You only truly, deeply appreciate and are grateful for something when you compare and contrast it to something worse.

Fella says today, 'Depression is over. I seen a jackrabbit, an' they wasn't nobody after him.' An' another fella says, 'That aint the reason. Can't afford to kill jackrabbits no more. Catch 'em and milk 'em an' turn 'em loose. One you seen prob'ly gone dry.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

I should have known I am the rain. I am the land and I am the rain. The grass will grow out of me in a little while.

The curious hocus-pocus of criticism I can't take seriously. It consists in squirreling up some odd phrases and then waiting for a book to come running by.

And then we take a soldier and put murder in his hands and we say to him, "Use it well, use it wisely.

Trouble with mice is you always kill 'em.