There is something in us, as storytellers and as listeners to stories, that demands the redemptive act, that demands that what falls at least be offered the chance to be restored.

You will have found Christ when you are concerned with other people’s sufferings and not your own.

You shall know the truth, and it will make you odd.

The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.

Right now the whole world seems to be going through a dark night of the soul.

Whenever I’m asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one.

...you have to cherish the world at the same time that you struggle to endure it.

What people don’t realize is how much religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of course it is the cross.

[To] know oneself is, above all, to know what one lacks. It is to measure oneself against Truth, and not the other way around. The first product of self-knowledge is humility . . .

It is the business of the artist to uncover the strangeness of truth

I don't deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it.

Mankind has two immense problems, they forget to use logic and begin at the root of each trouble.

P6-the sociological imagination enables us to grasp history and biography and the relations between the two within sociey.

Nationalism is like cheap alcohol. First it makes you drunk, then it makes you blind, then it kills you.

The key to ultimate succcess is the determination to progress day by day.

All sin is a form of insanity. Satan is the most insane being of all because he still believes he can defeat God

There is no doctrine of Christianity but what has been anticipated by the Vedas.

[Coaching] is a difficult job which everyone who owns a TV thinks they can do better at.

The highway of life was littered with the roadkill of those who didn't know when to change lanes.

Corruption is a cancer that steals from the poor, eats away at governance and moral fibre and destroys trust.

We poets would die of loneliness but for women, and we choose our men friends that we may have somebody to talk about women with. Letter to Olivia Shakespeare, 1936