The Writer Must Hew The Phantom Rock.

I Meditated On Love And Reasoned It Out. I Realized What Is Wrong With Us. Men Fall In Love For The First Time. And What Do They Fall In Love With? ...they Fall In Love With A Woman. They Start At The Wrong End Of Love. They Begin At The Climax. Can You Wonder It Is So Miserable? Do You Know How Men Should Love? A Tree. A Rock. A Cloud.

Southerners Are The More Lonely And Spiritually Estranged, I Think, Because We Have Lived So Long In An Artificial Social System That We Insisted Was Natural And Right And Just - When All Along We Knew It Wasn't.

I Have More To Say Than Hemingway, And God Knows, I Say It Better Than Faulkner.

That Was The Best Of All. To Speak The Truth And Be Attended.

The Value And Quality Of Any Love Is Determined Solely By The Lover Himself.