I don't want to see it anymore. It's lousy. And it's a cheat. You build it all around something... Set yourself on something... And then you don't want it. Isn't it too bad the great truths are all such lies?

The heart also knows things, and so does the imagination. Thank God. If not for heart and imagination, the world of fiction would be a pretty seedy place. It might not even exist at all.

When an imaginative person gets into mental trouble, the line between seeming and being has a way of disappearing-.

When certain seeds are planted, they nearly always grow.

And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.

Everyone— black as well as white— thinks it's going to be better over the next jump of land.