Isn't it a shame military doctors couldn't be as good as military sunglasses?

A story untold could be the one that kills you.

I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.

My mother, Southern to the bone, once told me, “All Southern literature can be summed up in these words: ‘On the night the hogs ate Willie, Mama died when she heard what Daddy did to Sister.’” She raised me up to be a Southern writer, but it wasn’t easy.

The only way I could endure being a coward was if I was the only one who knew it.

We old athletes carry the disfigurements and markings of contests remembered only by us and no one else. Nothing is more lost than a forgotten game.

Love's action. It isn't talk and it never has been.