God May Have Loved The Common People,

My Object Is To Live In A Place That Does Not Call Itself 'the Community With A Heart.' I Want One Of Those Godforsaken Towns Where All The Young People Leave And The Rest Sit On The Porch With A Rifle Across Their Knees.

Southerners Have A Genius For Psychological Alchemy...if Something Intolerable Simply Cannot Be Changed, Driven Away Or Shot They Will Not Only Tolerate It But Take Pride In It As Well.

Judge Not, Lest Ye Be Judged Judgmental.

Gradually My Whole Concept Of Time Changed Until I Thought Of A Month As Having Twenty-five Days Of Humanness And Five Others When I Might Just As Well Have Been An Animal In A Steel Trap.

I Wasn't Used To Children And They Were Getting On My Nerves. Worse, It Appeared That I Was A Child, Too. I Hadn't Known That Before; I Thought I Was Just Short.