In most good stories it is the character's personalty that creates the action of the story.
I'm a member and preacher to that church where the blind don't see and the lame don't walk and what's dead stay's that way. Ask me about that church and I'll tell you it's the church that the blood of...
Hell seems a great deal more feasible to my weak mind than heaven.
Has reached the age of ten and is still alive. My critical powers are just sufficient to determine this, and I am gratified to be able to say it. The book was written with zest and, if possible, it sh...
Accepting oneself does not preclude an attempt to become better.
Whenever I’m asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one. To be able to recognize a freak, you have to have...
When you can assume that your audience holds the same beliefs you do, you can relax and use more normal means of talking to it; when you have to assume that it does not, then you have to make your vis...
There's many a best-seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.
The park was the heart of the city. He had come to the city – and with a knowing in his blood – he had established himself at the heart of it. Everyday he looked at the heart of it; every day; he was...
The grandmother decided that she would not mention that the house was in Tennessee.
The Bible was the only book he read. He didn't read it often but when he did he wore his mother's glasses. They tired his eyes so that after a short time he was always obliged to stop.
Our spiritual character is formed as much by what we endure and what is taken from us as it is by our achievements and our conscious choices.
My mamma and I have interesting literary discussions like the following which took place over some Modern Library books that I had just ordered: SHE: Mobby Dick. I’ve always heard about that. ME: Mow-...
Mrs. Turpin felt entirely hollow except for her heart which swung from side to side as if it were agitated in a great empty drum of flesh
Mrs. Pritchard could not stand an anticlimax. She required the taste of blood from time to time to keep her equilibrium.
Leave!’ Hazel Motes cried. ‘Go ahead and leave! The truth don’t matter to you. Listen,’ he said, pointing his finger at the rest of them, ‘the truth don’t matter to you. If Jesus had redeemed you, wha...
Jesus died to redeem you, she said.I never ast him, he muttered.
It began to drizzle rain and he turned on the windshield wipers; they made a great clatter like two idiots clapping in church.
I suppose half of writing is overcoming the revulsion you feel when you sit down to it.
I don’t know how to cure the source-itis except to tell you that I can discover a good many possible sources myself for Wise Blood but I am often embarrassed to find that I read the sources after I ha...