The Deep South Might Be Wretched, But

I Do Believe That As You Write More And Age, The Arrogance And Most Of The Vanity Goes. Or It Is A Vanity Met With Vast Gratitude, That You Were Hit By Something As You Stood In The Way Of It, That Anybody Is Listening.

You've Got To Lie To Stay Halfway Interested In Yourself.

Professional Southerners Sicken Me.

I Grew Up When People Seemed Actually To Be Hurting Themselves For Their Art. Of Course, Some Of It Was Phony.

I Found Out About Reviews Early On. They're Mostly Written By Sad Men On Bad Afternoons. That's Probably Why I'm Less Angry Than Some Writers, Who Are So Narcissistic They Consider Every Line Of Every Review, Even A Thoughtful One, As Major Treason.