I Am Like A Blind Pig When

Shooting Gives Me A Good Feeling. It Is Faster Than Baseball And You Are Out On One Strike.

Things May Not Be Immediately Discernible In What A Man Writes, And In This Sometimes He Is Fortunate; But Eventually They Are Quite Clear And By These And The Degree Of Alchemy That He Possesses He Will Endure Or Be Forgotten.

I’m Not Brave Any More Darling. I’m All Broken. They’ve Broken Me.

Poor Faulkner. Does He Really Think Big Emotions Come From Big Words? He Thinks I Don’t Know The Ten-dollar Words. I Know Them All Right. But There Are Older And Simpler And Better Words, And Those Are The Ones I Use.

Now He Was Proving It Again. Each Time Was A New Time And He Never Thought About The Past When He Was Doing It.