One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat...nor make love for eight hours...

Men have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting.

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.

I am not one of those women who can stand things.

The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.

It always takes a man that never made much at any thing to tell you how to run your business, though. Like these college professors without a whole pair of socks to his name, telling you how to make a million in ten years, and a woman that couldn't even get a husband can always tell you how to raise a family.