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.

All great and precious things are lonely.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

I've done my damndest to rip a reader's nerves to rags, I don't want him satisfied.

But you can't start over Only a boy can start over You and me Why, we're all that's been

The last clear definite function of men—muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need—this is man.

When a condition or a problem becomes too great, humans have the protection of not thinking about it. But it goes inward and minces up with a lot of other things already there and what comes out is discontent and uneasiness, guilt and a compulsion to get something--anything--before it is all gone.