Writing is agony for me. I work at it eight hours every day, hoping to get six pages, but I am satisfied with three..

But to make the intangible tangible, to pick the emotion out of the air and make it true for others, is both the blessing and the curse of the writer….

Information can be passed from one to another, like a silver dollar. There's absolutely no wisdom except what you learn for yourself..

It's very important to be just to other people. It takes years and years of living to learn that injustice against oneself is always unimportant..

Food imaginatively and lovingly prepared, and eaten in good company, warms the being with something more than the mere intake of calories. I cannot c….

Magic birds were dancing in the mystic marsh. The grass swayed with them, and the shallow waters, and the earth fluttered under them. The earth was d….

A man'll seem like a person to a woman, year in, year out. She'll put up and she'll put up. Then one day he'll do something maybe no worse than what ….

Readers themselves, I think, contribute to a book. They add their own imaginations, and it is as though the writer only gave them something to work o….

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer..

We cannot live without the Earth or apart from it, and something is shrivelled in a man's heart when he turns away from it and concerns himself only ….

the truth is artistically fallacious..

I can only tell you that when long soul-searching and a combination of circumstances delivered me of my last prejudices, there was an exalted sense o….

Two elements enter into successful and happy gatherings at table. The food, whether simple or elaborate, must be carefully prepared; willingly prepar….

Fear is the most easily taught of all lessons, and the fight against terror, real or imagined, is perhaps the history of man's mind..

I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to..

Here in Florida the seasons move in and out like nuns in soft clothing, making no rustle in their passing..

No man should have proprietary rights over land who does not use that land wisely and lovingly..

Hemingway, damn his soul, makes everything he writes terrifically exciting (and incidentally makes all us second-raters seem positively adolescent) b….

When a wave of love takes over a human being... such an exaltation takes him that he knows he has put his finger on the pulse of the great secret and….

It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed but not bought. It may be used but not owned. We are tenants, not possessors, lovers and not masters..

A woman never forgets the men she could have had; a man, the women he couldn't.