Mo Williams: Some people peddle apples, lamb chops, lumber. I peddle information. Skip ain't sorry; he understands. We live in a d...ifferent kind of world. Oh, once in a while he gets a little hot under the collar if I sell him short. Candy: But you wouldn't sell him to a Commie! Mo Williams: What do you think I am, an informer?!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hardly a man in the world has an opinion upon morals, politics or religion which he got otherwise than through his associations an...d sympathies. Broadly speaking, there are none but corn-pone opinions. And broadly speaking, Corn-Pone stands for Self- Approval. Self-approval is acquired mainly from the approval of other people. The result is Conformity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'm headed for a land that's far away Beside the crystal fountains.... So come with me, we'll go and see The Big Rock Candy Mountains.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The hill farmer ... always seems to make out somehow with his corn patch, his few vegetables, his rifle, and fishing rod. This sel...f-contained economy creates in the hillman a comparative disinterest in the world's affairs, along with a disdain of lowland ways. "I don't go to question the good Lord in his wisdom," runs the phrasing attributed to a typical mountaineer, "but I jest cain't see why He put valleys in between the hills."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hunger makes you restless. You dream about food--not just any food, but perfect food, the best food, magical meals, famous and awe...-inspiring, the one piece of meat, the exact taste of buttery corn, tomatoes so ripe they split and sweeten the air, beans so crisp they snap between the teeth, gravy like mother's milk singing to your bloodstream.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Paul: Did you have fun as a kid? Jeanne: It's the most beautiful thing.... Paul: Is it beautiful to be made into a tattletale, or forced to admire authority, or sell yourself for a piece of candy?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The lark sitting upon his earthy bed, just as the morn Appears, listens silent, then springing from the waving Corn-field, ... />loud He leads the Choir of Day--LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The foolish fears of what might happen. I cast them all away... Among the clover-scented grass, Among the new-mown hay, Among the husking of the corn, Where drowsy poppies nod Where ill thoughts die and good are born-- Out in the fields with God.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »