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.

No battle is ever won ... victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

Mississippi begins in a lobby of a Memphis, Tennessee hotel and extends south to the Gulf of Mexico

It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.

I am trying to say it all in one sentence, between one cap and one period.

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

Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.