Words began fights and words ended them.

Here in Florida the seasons move in and out like nuns in soft clothing, making no rustle in their passing.

I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.

A man'll seem like a person to a woman, year in, year out. She'll put up and she'll put up. Then one day he'll do something maybe no worse than what he's been a-doing all his life. She'll look at him. And without no warning he'll look like a varmint.

We cannot live without the Earth or apart from it, and something is shrivelled in a man's heart when he turns away from it and concerns himself only with the affairs of men

A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.

Words began fights and words ended them.