Writers and travelers are mesmerized alike by knowing of their destinations.

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

My continuing passion is to part a curtain, that invisible veil of indifference that falls between us and that blinds us to each other's presence, each other's wonder, each other's human plight.

Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers.

Insight doesn't happen often on the click of the moment, like a lucky snapshot, but comes in its own time and more slowly and from nowhere but within.

No art ever came out of not risking your neck.

it doesn t matter if it takes a long time getting there; the point is to have a destination.

The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.

We are the breakers of our own hearts

People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths.

We don’t need eyes to judge people’s beauty

Thank God for your mother.

Since in the long run deception is likely to be found out, your character had better not only seem good, but be it.

Everybody teaches a system. I just try to shoot where I'm aiming. I play by sight and feel not by technical thoughts.

Growing up I played piano and I sang at a lot of weddings; I grew up in a very small town, a little coal-mining town in Virginia called Grundy. And my family was very sing-songy at home.

I went out there to play my game for the fun of it and never based my career around records.

My mother was not the cook in the family. My dad was. I'd watch him behind the grill, and I said, 'If I ever make it and have enough money, I'm going to make sure I dine in the best restaurants.'

What we call "willing" is often but an inflation of ourselves, attended by a hardening.

The information walls are completely crumbling.

This is a modern fairytale. No happy endings. No wind in our sails. But I can't imagine a life without. Breathless moments.