Families without songs are unhappy families.

I think I learned about the relationship between books and life from Margaret Mitchell.

College was to teach me that I was one of life's journeymen, eager to excel but lacking the requisite gifts.

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

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.

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

A story untold could be the one that kills you.