I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue.

The best fiction is far more true than any journalism.

You can't. You just have to.

You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.

It was like something you have dreaded and feared and dodged for years until it seemed like all your life, then despite everything it happened to you and all it was was just pain, all it did was hurt and so it was all over, all finished, all right.

Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.

It is my ambition to be, as a private individual, abolished and voided from history, leaving it markless, no refuse save the printed books. [] It is my aim, and every effort bent, that the sum and history of my life, which in the same sentence is my obit and epitaph too, shall be them both: he made the books and he died.