people in general are totally unable to detach the personality of a writer from the products of his thinking.

I had done battle with a great fear and the victory was mine.

the truth is artistically fallacious.

It is not death that kills us, but life. We are done to death by life.

You kin tame a bear. You kin tame a wild-cat and you kin tame a panther. ... You kin tame arything, son, excusin' the human tongue.

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

it is my conviction that the personality of the writer has nothing to do with the literate product of his mind. And publicity in this case embarrasses me because I am acutely conscious of how far short the book falls of the artistry I am struggling to achieve. It's like being caught half-dressed.