The only way to keep a secret in Washington, if you are the one person who knows it, is never to tell another living soul.

[On social climbing:] Everything that goes up must come down.

In Harlan, Kentucky, we told stories the way some people play music. ... In the mountains, storytelling is truly an art form, and as much recreation as communication.

Life in a small town is like an intricately plotted novel, and even though I had read every book in the public library by the time I was fourteen, I found the real people around me saying and doing far more interesting things than did the imaginary book characters.

[To the editor of the Harlan, Kentucky, Daily Enterprise, as a kindergartener:] I know everything that goes on in this town, and if you give me a job so will you.

The only way to keep a secret in Washington, if you are the one person who knows it, is never to tell another living soul.