I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebodyelse's.But behind all ofthemthere is onlyone truth and that is that there's no truth.
1952 Hazel Motes. Wise Blood, ch.10.
While the South is hardly Christ-centred, it is most certainly Christ-haunted.(Mary) Flannery O'Connor
There was a time when the average reader read a novel simply for the moral he could get out of it, and however na|«ve that may have been, it was a good deal less na|«ve than some of the limited objectives he has now.(Mary) Flannery O'Connor
It's like building a nest. First she thinks about it, then she begins to gather the materials, then she begins to put it together.(Mary) Flannery O'Connor