I Love Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Flannery

I'm Always In The Kitchen, Cooking And Experimenting - I Love It. And Every Now And Then I Think, 'i Should Write A Cookbook' Or, 'i Should Write For Food Magazines.' And Then I Get Drawn Back To Writing Fiction Again.

Slowly, Painstakingly, Like Ants, Men Would Make Their Paths And Civilization And Their Wars Once Again, Only To Have It Wash Away Again.

A Man Wasn't Equal To An Animal, Not One Particle Of Him. Human Life Was Stinking Corrupt, And Meanwhile There Were Beautiful Creatures Who Lived With Delicacy On The Earth Without Doing Anyone Harm. "we Should Be Dying." The Judge Almost Wept.

She'd Have To Propel Herself Into The Future By Whatever Means Possible Or She'd Be Trapped Forever In A Place Whose Times Had Already Passed.

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss?