Perfect doesn't just mean happy. Perfect can have lots of different parts. - Niles.
Honor is the presence of God in man.
Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.
You do not learn how to write novels in a writing program. You learn how by leading an interesting life. Open yourself up to all experience. Let life pour through you the way light pours through leave...
When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity. And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away from the recurrent...
Teach them the quiet words of kindness, to live beyond themselves. Urge them toward excellence, drive them toward gentleness, pull them deep into yourself, pull them upward toward manhood, but softly...
I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.
I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.
Good coaching is good teaching and nothing else.
The narrator analyzes that the maturing, passing away boy within him, had issued me a challenge as he passed the baton to the man in me: He had challenged me to have the courage to become a gentle, ha...
The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience.
Know this. I think you could be special if you only thought there was anything special about yourself.
I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.
Few people understood the exceptional role the civil rights movement had on the white boys and girls of the South. Bill Clinton would never have become who he was without the shining example of Martin...
As time passed from solstice to mild solstice in those occluded zones of my early childhood, I played beneath the distracted majesty of my mother's blue-eyed gaze. With her eyes on me I felt as if I w...
Writing is more about imagination than anything else. I fell in love with words. I fell in love with storytelling.
I think I learned about the relationship between books and life from Margaret Mitchell.
We children sat transfixed before that moon our mother had called forth from the waters. When the moon had reached its deepest silver, my sister, Savannah, though only three, cried aloud to our mother...
The words I love you could contain all the bloodthirsty despair of the abattoir, all the hopelessness of the most isolated, frozen gulag, all the lurid sadness of death row.
The pursuit of greatness means that laziness has no place in your life.