I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.

How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?

I think today if we forbade our illiterate children to touch the wonderful things of our literature, perhaps they might steal them and find secret joy.

Try to understand men. If you understand each other you will be kind to each other. Knowing a man well never leads to hate and almost always leads to love.

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

it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials.

And the people listened, and their faces were quiet with listening. The story tellers, gathering attention into their tales, spoke in great rhythms, spoke in great words because the tales were great, and the listeners became great through them.