Anyone who knows me well must understand and be sympathetic to my genuine need to be my own greatest hero. It is not a flaw of character; it is a catastrophe.

Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazzling profusion, Colleton ripened in a gauze of sweet gardens and the town ached beneath a canopy of promissory fragrance.

Good coaching is good teaching and nothing else.

Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.

South Carolina is not a state; it is a cult.

Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don't leave out a single word.

Writing poetry and reading books causes brain damage.