I was messing around with the harmonica. . . but I was 13 before I got a real good note out of it.
I revolted from sentimentality, less because it was false than because it was cruel.
It would appear, from the best examples, that the proper way of beginning a preface to one's work is with a humble apology for having written at all.
The truth is I've got the land on my back, an' it's drivin' me. Land is a hard driver.
And where was happiness if it sprung not from the soil? Where contentment if it dwelt not near to Nature?
Nothing, except the weather report or a general maxim of conduct, is so unsafe to rely upon as a theory of fiction.
to be honest and yet popular is almost as difficult in literature as it is in life.
Jehovah's Witness are welcomed into my home. . . You gotta respect anybody who gets all dressed up in Sunday clothes and goes door-to-door on days so hot their high heels sink a half-inch into the pavement. The trick is to do all the talking yourself. Pretty soon, they'll look at their watches and say, 'Speaking of end times, wouldja look at what time it is now!
If you meet with a system of theology which magnifies man, flee from it as far as you can.
A neglect of one's sentimental education early in life could bear the most unfortunate fruit.
Im not a doctor or scientist. Im just a mom. But I do think theres a genetic predisposition, and there are environmental triggers. I feel like that combination, in my childs case, is what resulted in autism.