The Deep South Might Be Wretched, But

Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.

The Point Is To Strip Down, Get Protestant, Then Even More Naked. Walk Over Scorched Bricks To Find Your Own Soul. Your Heart A Searching Dog In The Rubble.

You Need To See A Bit Of Hell Now And Then. That, And Great Joy.

Some Writers Are Curiously Unmusical. I Don't Get It. I Don't Get Them. For Me, Music Is Essential. I Always Have Music On When I'm Doing Well. Writing And Music Are Two Different Mediums, But Musical Phrases Can Give You Sentences That You Didn't Think You Ever Had.

I Thought I Was Writing For A Fairly Hip, Intelligent Crowd; I Just Thought There Were More Of Them Out There. But They're Not. They're Not Out There Waiting. They're Not Gonna Use Their Intelligence On Your Book.