You May Talk. And I May Listen.

Don't You Drink? I Notice You Speak Slightingly Of The Bottle. I Have Drunk Since I Was Fifteen And Few Things Have Given Me More Pleasure.

That Is What We Are Supposed To Do When We Are At Our Best - Make It All Up - But Make It Up So Truly That Later It Will Happen That Way.

God Knows, People Who Are Paid To Have Attitudes Toward Things, Professional Critics, Make Me Sick; Camp-following Eunuchs Of Literature.

Poor Faulkner. Does He Really Think Big Emotions Come From Big Words?

After Writing A Story I Was Always Empty And Both Sad And Happy, As Though I Had Made Love.