It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That's how the world is going to end.

If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.

It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. "That was all I wanted," he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. "That was all, for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years.

In writing, you must kill all your darlings.

Be scared. You can't help that. But don't be afraid. Ain't nothing in the woods going to hurt you unless you corner it, or it smells that you are afraid. A bear or a deer, too, has got to be scared of a coward the same as a brave man has got to be.

To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.

A mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once.