Wise Blood: Classics Novel

by Flannery O'Connor

It was plain that she was so well-adjusted that she didn’t have to think any more.

It began to drizzle rain and he turned on the windshield wipers; they made a great clatter like two idiots clapping in church.

You don’t have to believe nothing you don’t understand and approve of. If you don’t understand it, it ain’t true, and that’s all there is to it.

“That’s the trouble with you innerleckchuls,” Onnie Jay muttered, “you don’t never have nothing to show for what you’re saying.”

“I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebody else’s, but behind all of them, there’s only one truth and that is that there’s no truth,”

Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it.

In spite of himself, Enoch couldn’t get over the expectation that the new jesus was going to do something for him in return for his services. This was the virtue of Hope, which was made up, in Enoch, of two parts suspicion and one part lust.

I believe that what’s right today is wrong tomorrow and that the time to enjoy yourself is now so long as you let others do the same.

“It’s easier to bleed than sweat,