You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.

Whenever anything important happens in America, they have to gold-plate it, like baby shoes. That way you can forget it.

When people begin to lose hope, there's bound to be explosions.

I just didn't want her to get hurt. I thought she was going to be. But everyone gets their share, don't they? Sure. Pow, in the nose. Pow, in the eye. Pow, below the belt, down you go, and the ref just went out for a hot dog.

The first thing was to get down to Addie Richardson's henhouse, and that was a goodish way, four or five miles. She found herself wondering if the Lord was going to send her an eagle to fly her those four miles, or send Elijah in his fiery chariot to give her a lift. Blasphemy," she told herself complacently. "The Lord provides strength, not taxicabs.

Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

Nobody likes a clown at midnight