Well, I git enough sorrow. I like to git away from it.

Just set one day's work in front of the last day's work. That's the way it comes out. And that's the only way it does.

Luck or tragedy, some people get runs. Then of course there are those who divide it even, good and bad, but we never hear of them. Such a life doesn't demand attention. Only the people who get the good or bad runs.

Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of a human need for it, and it has not changed except to become more needed

The literature of science is filled with answers found when the question propounded had an entirely different direction and end.

People need responsibility. They resist assuming it, but they cannot get along without it.

The cars of the migrant people crawled out of the side roads onto the great cross-country highway, and they took the migrant way to the West.... And because they were lonely and perplexed, because they had all come from a place of sadness and worry and defeat, and because they were all going to a mysterious new place, ... a strange thing happened: the twenty families became one family, the children were the children of all. The loss of home became one loss, and the golden time in the West was one dream.