It was too late. Maybe yesterday, while I was still a child, but not now. I knew too much, had seen too much, I was a child no longer now; innocence and childhood were forever lost, forever gone from me.
A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.
Government was founded on the working premiss of being primarily an asylum for ineptitude and indigence.
I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you.
The young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat.
And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.