I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them..

... silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying..

The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our ….

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….

Those wishing to be successful in the market can't ignore the boomer numbers, the wealth and spending power they have..

I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it..

Do you think that Hemingway knew he was a writer at twenty years old? No, he did not. Or Fitzgerald, or Wolfe. This is a difficult concept to grasp. ….

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..

Red Hook Road made me happy, and happy to be alive. It took me out of my home on the coast of South Carolina, placed me in the town along Red hook Ro….

She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a col….

Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law..

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….

Cameras are a lifesaver for very shy people who have nowhere else to hide. Behind a lens they can disguise the fact that they have nothing to say to ….

Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who pe….

Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration..

If not for sports, I do not think my father would have ever talked to me..

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the ….

... the wing of a fly is proof enough of the existence of God for me..

The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least..

We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us..

Here's what I love: when a great writer turns me into a Jew from Chicago, a lesbian out of South Carolina, or a black woman moving into a subway entr….