In addition I wanted to write a Southern novel because I'm a Southerner.

True humanness consists of a continuous series of tiny acts executed with absolute sincerity and largeness of heart.

When does life start? When does it end? Who makes these decisions?... Every day in hospitals and homes and hospices... people are struggling with those profound issues.

No iron chain or outward force of any kind can ever compel the soul of a person to believe or to disbelieve.

We kind of deny the stages of life.

None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.

There is some pleasure even in words when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.

You realize you have no control over how you're perceived.

We're so trendy we cant even escape ourselves.

You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it and that is the grave.

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