I start out to write five days a week, and then it runs to six days and finally seven. Then, eventually, that wave of weariness overwhelms me and I don't know what's the matter. That is, I know but I won't admit it. I'm just tired from writing. As you get older, writing becomes harder. By that I mean you see so many more potentialities. Things like transition used to trouble me. But not any more. When I say it's harder, I'm not talking about facility. You learn all the so-called tricks, but then you don't want to use them.

Why don't you go on west to California? There's work there, and it never gets cold. Why, you can reach out anywhere and pick an orange. Why, there's always some kind of crop to work in. Why don't you go there?

An answer is invariably the parent of a whole family of new questions.

It don't cost money to ask.

What some people find in religion a writer may find in his craft...a kind of breaking through to glory.

There is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter.

Texas has a tight cohesiveness perhaps stronger than any other section of America.