The death of every art form seems imminent at least once in every century; but while the very funeral arrangements go forward, some child is born who is Michelangelo, Picasso, Yeats.

Southerners ask intimate questions in the way monkeys groom each other for lice, not to pry but to make you feel cared for.

All her life she saw no point in doing anything that was not her heart's hunger.

Like all country boys they revered machines and understood them.

I've met little meanness, wherever I went.

Son, never pick up a gun unless you're starving, you or some of your kin ... Unless somebody you love is hungry.