His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years..

But you haven't never loved God nor even nair person. You hard and tough as cowhide. But just the same I knows you. This afternoon you going to roam ….

Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty..

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes..

Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone..

We live in the richest country in the world. There's plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be in want. And in addition to this our count….

Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on ….

I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands..

The writer must hew the phantom rock..

The dimensions of a work of art are seldom realized by the author until the work is accomplished. It is like a flowering dream. Ideas grow, budding s….

People felt themselves watching him even before they knew that there was anything different about him. His eyes made a person think that he heard thi….

The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone..

Listen,” F. Jasmine said. “What I’ve been trying to say is this. Doesn’t it strike you as strange that I am I, and you are you? I am F. Jasmine Addam….

This was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night. In the hot sun and in the dark with all the plans and feelings. This music ….

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter..

Some men are heroes by nature in that they will give all that is in them without regard to the effort or to the personal returns..

There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall..

Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner,….

The world is certainty a sudden place..

Love is a joint experience between two persons -- but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two….

Writing, for me, is a search for God..