I always felt that nobody was going to understand me, going to understand what I felt about things. I guess that's why I started writing. At least on paper I could put down what I thought.

I prefer to underwrite. Simple, clear as a country creek.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

My yardstick is how somebody treats me.

I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it till the end of the race.

Most people don't find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don't even know they have great talent.

The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.