Without music, life is a journey through a desert.
The only way I could endure being a coward was if I was the only one who knew it.
Once he had drawn first blood, his war against the property of the state lost all its moral resonance.
In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.
My mother raised me to be a writer.
The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.