I wanted nothing for free.Nothing came for free at our place anyway.

Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.

It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.

All four of us were young and undaunted and our smiles were so strong that it made me smile even then on the couch, with a kind of loss.

... tried praying for him ...but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Don't ask me why. I hoped that he was okay, but I couldn't summon the strength to pray for it.

The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.

One good punch from Rube on me would send the sky into my head and the clouds into my lungs. I just always tried to stay up.

Photography - the new, rapid, concrete reflector of the world - should surely undertake to show the world from all vantage points, and to develop people's capacity to see from all sides. (1928)

Barack Obama is the worst president in history.

In California there were nuggets the size of walnuts lying on the ground—or so it was said, and truth travels slowly when rumors have wings of gold.

Love isn’t only passion and joy. It’s also sacrifice.

Any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere. Climb the mountain just a little bit to test it's a mountain. From the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain.

The African prisoners are orderly and peaceable among themselves.

I think Dwight loves being number two. I don't think he has any desire to be number one. He wants to be number two no matter where he goes. It's like Avis. 'We try harder.' That's Dwight.

I don't think it should be a big deal who you love.

Family matters should be that and stay in the family.

The most dangerous leadership myth is that leaders are born.