The land belongs to the future.

Let your fiction grow out of the land beneath your feet.

Some people's lives are affected by what happens to their person or their property; but for others fate is what happens to their feelings and their thoughts -- that and nothing more.

The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of the blue sky in it.

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.

Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they are in love with somebody.

Setting ... is accident. Either a building is part of a place, or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time will only make it stronger.