A Writers Job Is To

There Was No One, When I Was In School, Who Talked About Going In And Blowing Up Students. The Teachers Were Very Stern And Hateable, But Nobody Ever Mentioned Murder.

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.

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

Professional Southerners Sicken Me.

Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.