I Write Of The Wish That Comes

I Make No Conscious Effort To Be Tough, Or Hard-boiled, Or Grim, Or Any Of The Things I Am Usually Called. I Merely Try To Write As The Character Would Write, And I Never Forget That The Average Man, From The Fields, The Streets, The Bars, The Offices And Even The Gutters Of His Country, Has Acquired A Vividness Of Speech That Goes Beyond Anything I Could Invent, And That If I Stick To This Heritage, This Logos Of The American Countryside, I Shall Attain A Maximum Of Effectiveness With Very Little Effort.

Time Is The Only Critic.

Yes, I Have Actually Mined Coal, And Distilled Liquor, As Well As Seen A Girl In A Pink Dress, And Seen Her Take It Off. I Am 54 Years Old, Weigh 220 Pounds, And Look Like The Chief Dispatcher Of A Long-distance Driving Concern. I Am A Registered Democrat. I Drink.

They Threw Me Off The Haytruck About Noon.

That's All It Takes, One Drop Of Fear To Curdle Love Into Hate.