Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!

I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it

The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.

I didn't know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for 'em.

there are times when life's ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed

It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.

I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true [...].