Nothing is better for self-esteem than survival.

I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.

It is charming the way everyone in the South says, 'Come back.' This is the regulation farewell at gas stations, soda fountains, general stores, tourist camps. 'Come back,' they call, 'come back.' Do they feel marooned in one place, lost, needing to believe someone will return to share their exile on the similar main streets, in the varied but always new-looking land?

Gradually I came to realize that people will more readily swallow lies than truth, as if the taste of lies was homey, appetizing: a habit.

It is alleged that half a million Spanish men, women and children fled to France after the Franco victory.

In November you begin to know how long the winter will be.

I see mysteries and complications wherever I look, and I have never met a steadily logical person.