You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

What nuns don't realize is that they look better in nun clothes than J.C. Penney pantsuits.

Suppose you ask God for a miracle and God says yes, very well. How do you live the rest of your life?

Why has the South produced so many good writers? Because we got beat.

Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.

The present age is demented. It is possessed by a sense of dislocation, a loss of personal identity, an alternating sentimentality and rage which, in an individual patient, could be characterized as dementia.

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