Faulkner Sat In Our Living Room And

I Long For The Raised Voice, The Howl Of Rage Or Love.

Faulkner Sat In Our Living Room And Read From Light In August. That Was Incredible.

When I Was 12 Years Old, Someone Took Me To See Martha Graham. It Was Nothing Like What I Thought Of As Serious Dancing And Even Then I Knew I Was Having A Great Experience. It Was As If Somebody Was Moving Through Space Like No One Ever Did Before.

I Gave Up Writing Blurbs Because You Make One Friend And 200 Enemies.

Saul Bellow Never Took My Advice When He Was My Friend.