My Second Book, Follow Me Down Had

Getting Close To Books, And Spending Time By Myself, I Was Obliged To Think About Things I Would Never Have Thought About If I Was Busy Romping Around With A Brother And Sister.

North Was Only A Direction Indicated By A Compass--if A Man Had One, That Is, For Otherwise There Was No North Or South Or East Or West; There Was Only The Brooding Desolation.

A Rich Man's War And A Poor Man's Fight.

The Civil War Defined Us As What We Are And It Opened Us To Being What We Became, Good And Bad Things... It Was The Crossroads Of Our Being, And It Was A Hell Of A Crossroads.

I Think That Everything You Do Helps You To Write If You're A Writer. Adversity And Success Both Contribute Largely To Making You What You Are. If You Don't Experience Either One Of Those, You're Being Deprived Of Something.