A Real Friendship Is A Light Thing.

I Could Run Nearly Naked On A Hot, Windy Beach And Plunge Without Care Into A Running Diamond Sea; Roll On The Sand And Fling My Arms Wide To The Sun And Still Be What I Was...young.

I Don't Think You Ever Think Of A Big City As Sweet Or Community, But There Are Cities That I Think Of As Charming And Particular And Interesting Cities. I Live In One Now, Charleston.

Didn't I Say I'd Always Be Your Same Stars? If You Get To Missing Me, Just Look Up.

I Think Every Creative Impulse That A Working Writer, Or Artist Of Any Sort Has, Comes Out Of That Dark Old Country Where Dreams Come From.

That Sinuous Southern Life, That Oblique And Slow And Complicated Old Beauty, That Warm Thick Air And Blood Warm Sea, That Place Of Mists And Languor And Fragrant Richness.