I Wanted To Be A Writer. I

I Have No More To Say Except This: We Must Live With Our Own Conscience.

But Let Us Say He Was (guilty). Let Us For A Moment Say He Was (guilty). What Justice Would There Be To Take His Life? Justice, Gentlemen? Why, I Would Just As Soon Put A Hog In The Electric Chair As This.

I Had To See And Feel And Be With The Thing That I Wanted To Write About.

I Still Don't Even Know If The Sheriff Will Let Me See Him. And Suppose He Did; What Then? What Do I Say To Him? Do I Know What A Man Is? Do I Know How A Man Is Supposed To Die? I'm Still Trying To Find Out How A Man Should Live. Am I Supposed To Tell Someone How To Die Who Has Never Lived?

You Learn From Music, From Watching Great Athletes At Work - How Disciplined They Are, How They Move. You Learn These Things By Watching A Shortstop At Work, How He Concentrates On One Thing At A Time. You Learn From Classic Music, From The Blues And Jazz, From Bluegrass. From All This, You Learn How To Sustain A Great Line Without Bringing In Unnecessary Words.