I Just Thought You'd Like To Know

My Father Is One Of The Few Men I've Known Who Has Genuine Humility, And It Lends Him A Natural Dignity. He Has Absolutely No Ego Drive, And So He Is One Of The Most Beloved Men In This Part Of The State.

You Know, Many Writers Really Don't Like To Write. I Think This The Chief Complaint Of So Many. They Hate To Write; They Do It Under The Compulsion That Makes Any Artist The Victim He Is, But They Loathe The Process Of Sitting Down Trying To Turn Thoughts Into Reasonable Sentences.

I Came To The Conclusion That People Were Just Peculiar, I Withdrew From Them, And Never Thought About Them Until I Was Forced To.

People Who Write For Reward By Way Of Recognition Or Monetary Gain Don't Know What They're Doing. They're In The Category Of Those Who Write; They Are Not Writers. Writing Is Simply Something You Must Do. It's Rather Like Virtue In That It Is Its Own Reward. Writing Is Selfish And Contradictory In Its Terms. First Of All, You're Writing For An Audience Of One, You Must Please The One Person You're Writing For. Yourself.

Boo Was Our Neighbor. He Gave Us Two Soap Dolls, A Broken Watch And Chain, A Pair Of Good-luck Pennies, And Our Lives.