There are no verdicts to childhood, only consequences, and the bright freight of memory.

But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.

He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.

These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.

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.

College was to teach me that I was one of life's journeymen, eager to excel but lacking the requisite gifts.

Writing poetry and reading books causes brain damage.

Losing well was a gift, but winning well is this stuff of the authentic manhood.

The desolate narrowness, the definitive thinness of experience is both the vainglory and the dead giveaway of a provincial man.

It would always be my burden, not that I lacked genius, but that I was fully aware of it.

In every southerner, beneath the veneer of clichés lies a much deeper motherlode of cliché. But even cliché is overlaid with enormous power when a child is involved.

No matter how many strikes are hurled at you, only you decide when you’re out.

When we become too glib in prayer we are most surely talking to ourselves.

I'm certainly eclectic in my writing.

Risk being seen in all of your glory.

He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?

That which makes man the mere plaything of fate is God.

Acceptance is the magic that makes change possible. It is not forever, it is for the present moment

Mr. Darwin refers to the multitude of the individual of every species, which, from one cause or another, perish either before, or soon after attaining maturity.

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.