Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born. Let a bloody peace be written in the sky. Let a second generation full of courage issue forth; let a people loving freedom come to growth.
I’m very aware how many distractions the reader has in life today, how many good reasons there are to put the book down.
When I was about eight, I decided that the most wonderful thing, next to a human being, was a book.
The title always comes last. What I really work hard on is the beginning. Where do you begin? In what tone do you begin? I almost have to have a scene in my mind.
Four years earlier I had been selected, with Kay Boyle, the writer, and a number of others, to go to Cambodia and come back and prove that there were no sanctuaries in that country.
Friends and good manners will carry you where money won’t go.
May 4th is a particularly memorable day in American history because 84 years to the day before May 4, 1970, there was another demonstration at the Haymarket Square in Chicago.
Isn’t it amazing the way the future succeeds in creating an appropriate past?
A dog is like a liberal. He wants to please everybody. A cat really doesn’t need to know that everybody loves him.
I want my careless song to strike no minor key; no fiend to stand between my body’s Southern song – the fusion of the South, my body’s song and me.