I Struggle With Racism Every

Because I Was Single, There Was A Chance I Was A Homosexual. Because I Went To Syracuse, Wherever That Was, Then I Was Probably A Communist. Or Worse, A Liberal. Because I Was From Memphis, I Was A Subversive Intent On Embarrassing Ford County.

The First Thing My Family Did When We Moved Was Join The Local Church. The Second Was To Go To The Library And Get Library Cards.

After I'd Been A Lawyer For About Five Or Six Years, I Started Playing Around With Fiction.

And They Drank Heavily, Partied With Great Enthusiasm, And Relished The Drug Culture; They Moved In And Out And Slept Around, And This Was Okay Because They Defined Their Own Morality. They Were Fighting For The Mexicans And The Redwoods, Dammit! They Had To Be Good People!

I Can't Change Overnight Into A Serious Literary Author. You Can't Compare Apples To Oranges. William Faulkner Was A Great Literary Genius. I Am Not.