The sound of story is the dominant sound of our lives.

Southerners ask intimate questions in the way monkeys groom each other for lice, not to pry but to make you feel cared for.

Strength just comes in one brand - you. Stand up at sunrise and meet what they send you and keep your hair combed

The only thing more destructive than a tornado is a family.

Stand up at sunrise and meet what they send you.

What I still ask for daily-for life as long as I have work to do, and work as long as I have life.

Life is short and often stingy; feast the heart with what it craves, short of cruelty, and let the world wonder.

Cities are the least permanent things in our civilization.

As a child I thought it was very boring when I had to sit with [my mother] on the city streets, but the time sank deep and surfaced later.

Writing is a fearsome but grand vocation—potentially healing but likewise deadly. I wouldn’t trade my life for the world.

The death of every art form seems imminent at least once in every century; but while the very funeral arrangements go forward, some child is born who is Michelangelo, Picasso, Yeats.

Jesus is the antioxidant that terminates all the free radicals (sin) in our lives. Consume more of Jesus and watch your overall health rise!

You have to be insane enough to live an insanely beautiful life.

I'm a born liar myself and I know how it's done. You stick as close to the truth as you can. You pretend to volunteer a few bits of information, but the facts are all carefully selected for effect.

Life is all memory except for the one present moment that goes by so quick you can hardly catch it going.

For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 40 +, there is a balding, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

That is the nature of democracy. It is hard. It is not always inspiring.

I will find a way to you if it kills me if it kills me if it kills me (I think it might kill me).

More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.

My mother wanted to shrink from my clinging, but did not.

The brilliant explosion known as Benny Goodman went off in 1935, and it hasn´t gone out yet.