Colored or not, we all pick the white man's cotton.
Louisiana is a fresh-air mental asylum.
But no one could say he hadn't gotten even. He could not count the field women whom he had sexually degraded and demoralized and in whom he had left his seed so their bastard children would be a daily...
I also believe my home state is cursed by ignorance and poverty and racism, much of it deliberately inculcated to control a vulnerable electorate. And I believe many of the politicians in Louisiana ar...
The reason people don't buy conspiracy theories is they think 'conspiracy' means everybody's on the same program. That's not how it works. Everybody's got a different program. They just all want the s...
And like most middle-aged people who hear the clock ticking in their lives, I had come to resent a waste or theft of my time that was greater than any theft of my goods or money.
writing is like being in love. You never get better at it or learn more about it. The day you think you do is the day you lose it. Robert Frost called his work a lover's quarrel with the world. It's o...
And I wonder if there is any way to adequately describe the folly that causes us to undo all the great gifts of both Earth and Heaven.
The only thing an artist has to remember is to never lose faith in his vision.
The rain spun in the yellow arc lights over the café parking lot. It was empty inside, except for a fat Negro woman whom I could see through the service window in the kitchen, and a pretty, redheaded...
As I was to learn, patience and latitude and even humility are, paradoxically, the handmaidens of wealth, because virtue is costly only for those who own nothing else.
I had to feel sorry for Bubba's wife. In AA we called it denial. We take the asp to our breast and smile at the alarm we see in the eyes of others.
He wavin’ at you, Dave. Hey, it’s that drunk man done fell in the bayou the ot’er night. That man must surely love water.
You make me resent myself, Troyce. That’s the worst thing somebody can do to somebody else. He looked at
When a drunk gets eighty-sixed out of a bar, he’s not supposed to buy drinks for the people still inside.
Then the sun broke above the crest of the hills and the entire countryside looked soaked in blood, the arroyos deep in shadow, the cones of dead volcanoes stark and biscuit-colored against the sky. I...
If I've learned anything at all from my years, it's the simple lesson that human beings are always more complicated, brave, long-suffering, and, ultimately, heroic than we ever guessed, and that none...
I bet that guy could steal the stink off of shit
Don’t live in tomorrow’s problems.
Cruelty and sentimentality are almost always companion characteristics in an individual but never cruelty and love.