There were periods during my childhood when I stammered so badly I couldn't talk at all.

Many people have believed that they were Chosen, but none more baldly than the Texans.

The question of whether it's God's green earth is not at center stage, except in the sense that if so, one is reminded with some regularity that He may be dying.

'A Land of Ghosts' is a sizzling pilgrimage, haunted by trenchant foreboding that this topmost cream of creation will soon be destroyed.

True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow.

City people try to buy time as a rule, when they can, whereas country people are prepared to kill time, although both try to cherish in their mind's eye the notion of a better life ahead.