Haven't you lived in the South long enough to know that nothing is ever anybody's fault?

I like people who refuse to speak until they are ready to speak.

Lonely. I always thought loneliness meant alone, without people. It means something else.

I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions, even though I long ago came to the conclusion that I was not a political person and could have no comfortable place in any political group.

The past, with its pleasures, its rewards, its foolishness, its punishments, is there for each of us forever, and it should be.

Callous greed grows pious very fast.

I don't think many writers like their best-known piece of work, particularly when it was written a long time ago.