Occupation: Author Birth: October 26, 1945 Death: March 4, 2016
I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty, but that does not mea….
Every industry is going to be affected (by the aging population). This creates tremendous opportunities and tremendous challenges..
Will his work survive? Alas, I worry that it will not. As an American liberal with impeccable credentials, I would like to say that political correct….
A library could show you everything if you knew where to look..
We children sat transfixed before that moon our mother had called forth from the waters. When the moon had reached its deepest silver, my sister, Sav….
The pursuit of greatness means that laziness has no place in your life..
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..
One does not know where love will take you..
Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most..
William Ferris has long reigned as the unimpeachable source of the entire southern experience. His work on southern folklore and the composition of t….
Once he had drawn first blood, his war against the property of the state lost all its moral resonance..
Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a….
It did not look like the work of God, but it might have represented the handicraft of a God with a joyous sense of humor, a dancing God who loved mis….
Humanity is best described as inhumanity..
Families without songs are unhappy families..
Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don't leave out a single word..
I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position..
But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention..
Her library would have been valuable to a bibliophile except she treated her books execrably. I would rarely open a volume that she had not desecrate….
Few things linger longer or become more indwelling than that feeling of both completion and emptiness when a great book ends. That the book accompani….
Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself..