Good to evil seems evil
Holding a book but reading the empty spaces.
Colored people don't like
We lost our faith and went around wondering what life was for. If art was no more than a frustrated out-flinging of desire, if religion was no more than self-delusion, what good was life? Faith had al...
That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That cou...
Touch a scientist and you touch a child.
We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone MADE equal. Each man man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make...
The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.
I always figured we were born to fly, one way or other, so I couldn't stand most men shuffling along with all the iron of the earth in their blood. I never met a man who weighed less than nine hundred...
Create a character with an obsession, then follow.
The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats.Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness to...
My men are my references. They're waiting outside for the books. They're dangerous.Men like that always are.
Millie? Does the White Clown love you?
Grandma, he had often wanted to say, Is this where the world began? For surely it had begun in no other than a place like this. The kitchen, without doubt, was the center of creation, all things revol...
Work. Don't Think. Relax.
The phone was laid on a desk thousands of miles away. Once more, with that clear familiarity, the footsteps, the pause, and, at last, the raising of the window. Listen, whispered the old man to himsel...
That's life for you, said McDunn. Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whate...
Hold onto one thought: You're not important. You're not anything. Some day the load we're carrying with us may help someone. But even when we had the books on hand, a long time ago, we didn't use what...
He knew what the wind was doing to them, where it was taking them, to all the secret places that were never so secret again in life.
You must live feverishly in a library. Colleges are not going to do any good unless you are raised and live in a library everyday of your life.