Caddy smelled like trees.

A writer strives to express a universal truth in the way that rings the most bells in the shortest amount of time.

The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him.

When grown people speak of the innocence of children, they dont really know what they mean. Pressed, they will go a step further and say, Well, ignorance then. The child is neither. There is no crime which a boy of eleven had not envisaged long ago. His only innocence is, he may not be old enough to desire the fruits of it...his ignorance is, he does not know how to commit it...

When ideas come, I write them; when they don't come, I don't.

Riches is nothing in the face of the Lord, for He can see into the heart.

I will never lie again.