In This World, Goodness Is Destined To

I Don't Like To Be Described As A Southern Writer. The Danger Is, If You're Described As A Southern Writer, You Might Be Thought Of As Someone Who Writes About A Picturesque Local Scene Like Uncle Tom's Cabin, Gone With The Wind, Something Like That.

It Is Not A Bad Thing To Settle For The Little Way, Not The Big Search For The Big Happiness But The Sad Little Happiness Of Drinks And Kisses, A Good Little Car And A Warm Deep Thigh.

Why Is It That No Other Species But Man Gets Bored? Under The Circumstances In Which A Man Gets Bored, A Dog Goes To Sleep.

Bad Books Always Lie. They Lie Most Of All About The Human Condition.

The Present Age Is Demented. It Is Possessed By A Sense Of Dislocation, A Loss Of Personal Identity, An Alternating Sentimentality And Rage Which, In An Individual Patient, Could Be Characterized As Dementia.