I have never learned to say 'gas' for gasoline. It seems to me as absurd as if I were to say 'but' for butter.

Used to move so much, every time the chickens saw the team put in the wagon, they'd lie down on their backs and hold their legs up to be tied!

Girls inevitably grew into women, but something of the boy persisted in every man.

I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life.

Of one thing the reader can be certain: the more easily anything reads, the harder it has been to write.

Enemies are an indication of character.

I suppose there is something in all of us that harks back to the soil. When you come to think of it, what are picnics but outcroppings of instinct? No one really enjoys them or expects to enjoy them, but with the first warm days some prehistoric instinct takes us out into the woods, to fry potatoes over a strangling wood fire or spend the next week getting grass stains out of our clothes. It must be instinct; every atom of intelligence warns us to stay at home near the refrigerator.