Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him.

Nobody but a Southerner knows the wrenching rinsing sadness of the cities of the North.

To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

I couldn't stand it. I still can't stand it. I can't stand the way things are. I cannot tolerate this age.

Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him.

Fiction doesn’t tell us something we don’t know, it tells us something we know but don’t know that we know.

I had discovered that a person does not have to be this or be that or be anything, not even oneself. One is free.