Everyone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing.

I believe man will not merely endure, he will prevail...because he has a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.

Wonder. Go on and wonder.

Life was created in the valleys. It blew up onto the hills on the old terrors, the old lusts, the old despairs. That's why you must walk up the hills so you can ride down.

I listen to the voices.

I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and that I would never live long enough to exhaust it.

The air brightened, the running shadow patches were now the obverse, and it seemed to him that the fact that the day was clearing was another cunning stroke on the part of the foe, the fresh battle toward which he was carrying ancient wounds.