Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.

He felt like a compass needle. The needle knows nothing about magnetic north; it only knows it must point in a certain direction, like it or not.

And so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.

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

Teaching school is like having jumper cables hooked to your brain, draining all the juice out of you.

I can't understand why people use religion to hurt each other when there's already so much pain in the world.