Tell um de good Lawd dont keer whether he bright er not. Dont nobody but white trash keer dat.
I believe that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound:...
When my horse is running good, I don't stop to give him sugar.
You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.
Your outside is just what you live in, sleep in, and has little connection with who you are and even less with what you do.
We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.
War is an episode, a crisis, a fever the purpose of which is to rid the body of fever. So the purpose of a war is to end the war.
Though children can accept adults as adults, adults can never accept children as anything but adults too.
She loved him not only in spite of but because he himself was incapable of love.
On the instant when we come to realize that tragedy is second-hand.
Maybe nothing ever happens once and is finished. Maybe happen is never once but like ripples maybe on water after the pebble sinks, the ripples moving on, spreading, the pool attached by a narrow umbi...
I'd have wasted a lot of time and trouble before I learned that the best way to take all people, black or white, is to take them for what they think they are, then leave them alone.
I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue...
Did you ever have a sister? did you?
Quentin had grown up with that; the mere names were interchangeable and almost myriad. His childhood was full of them; his very body was an empty hall echoing with sonorous defeated names; he was not...
A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid.
Women do have an affinity for evil, for believing that no woman is to be trusted, but that some men are too innocent to protect themselves.
It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with ea...
Because Father said clocks slay time. He said time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
Surely heaven must have something of the color and shape of whatever village or hill or cottage of which the believer says, This is my own.