I Think I'm A Very Religious Person.

What I Miss Today More Than Anything Else - I Don't Go To Church As Much Anymore - But That Old-time Religion, That Old Singing, That Old Praying Which I Love So Much. That Is The Great Strength Of My Being, Of My Writing.

The Sharecropper May Lower His Eyes, But Not Because He's Less Of A Man. That's Just A Condition Of Society That Such Things Exist.

There Will Always Be Men Struggling To Change, And There Will Always Be Those Who Are Controlled By The Past.

In All My Stories And Novels, No One Ever Escapes Louisiana. Maybe That Is Because My Soul Never Left Louisiana, Although My Body Did Go To California.

How Do People Come Up With A Date And A Time To Take Life From Another Man? Who Made Them God?