I Have A Theory That Southern Madhouses

I Think That Sometimes The Great Changes In Our Lives, The Ones That Divide Time, Happen So Deep Down And Silently That We Don't Even Know When They Occur......it Frequently Happens That The Seasons Of The Greatest Change Are The Times That Feel The Most Tranquil, The Most Suspended, The Most...timeless.

Somebody Said Writing Is Easy, You Just Sit Down At Your Typewriter And Open A Vein. It Depends On The Book. Some, I Have To Do Quite A Lot Of Research, Which I Like. Others Are Much Closer To Me.

I Think We All Get Too Caught Up In Doing Instead Of Just Being Sometimes.

I Don't Know If I Would Do Sequels. I Almost Feel Like When I'm Done With Them, They're Going To Have To Find Their Own Way.

That Sinuous Southern Life, That Oblique And Slow And Complicated Old Beauty, That Warm Thick Air And Blood Warm Sea, That Place Of Mists And Languor And Fragrant Richness.