I could hear my abandoned dreams making a racket in my soul.

There are many soul-stirring things in this world, but not many as profound as watching the beautiful man you love holding the baby you created together. No, not many.

Obedience moves the hand of the Lord.

How's the blood-stream, my dear, invaluable little woman? How's the blood-stream?"..."It's quite comfortable, sir...I think, sir, thank yo

Indians don't last in prison. They weren't born for it like the whites.

I would I could stand on a busy corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.

I only have one child. But I am learning that there is a lot to being a parent that you did not expect.

I've always preferred writing in longhand. I've always written first drafts in longhand.

I realized that there are just certain things in life that are private. I have things in my past - like everyone - that I'm not proud of.

I was never a man of great ambition I cried too easily I didn't have a head for science Words often failed me While others prayed I only moved my lips

He killed them with their love.