Laughter Nibbled At My Lips Like Tiny

I Don't Know If I Would Do Sequels. I Almost Feel Like When I'm Done With Them, They're Going To Have To Find Their Own Way.

Somebody Said Writing Is Easy, You Just Sit Down At Your Typewriter And Open A Vein. It Depends On The Book. Some, I Have To Do Quite A Lot Of Research, Which I Like. Others Are Much Closer To Me.

I Have A Theory That Southern Madhouses Are Full Of Gifted Women Who Were Stifled.

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.

I Think We All Get Too Caught Up In Doing Instead Of Just Being Sometimes.