About fifteen miles above New Orleans the river goes very slowly. It has broadened out there until it is almost a sea and the water is yellow with th…

- Frank Yerby

When it was over, it was not really over, and that was the trouble.

- Frank Yerby

The middle years - the eighteen-seventies, 'eighties, 'nineties - were a time of moral bankruptcy when men stole millions by a stroke of the pen or b…

- Frank Yerby

It is my contention that a really great novel is made with a knife and not a pen. A novelist must have the intestinal fortitude to cut out even the m…

- Frank Yerby

Each man's death is fated from the beginning of time.

- Frank Yerby

Writing a novel is like building a wall brick by brick; only amateurs believe in inspiration.

- Frank Yerby

Maturity is reached the day we don't need to be lied to about anything.

- Frank Yerby