Louisiana Is A Fresh-air Mental Asylum.

In That Moment, When Watches And Clocks Misbehave And You Feel A Cold Vapor Wrap Itself Around Your Heart, You Unconsciously Draw A Line At The Bottom Of A Long Column Of Numbers And Come Up With A Sum. Perhaps It's One That Fills You With Contentment And Endows You With A Level Of Courage And An Acceptance That You Didn't Know You Possessed.or Maybe Not.

I Also Believe My Home State Is Cursed By Ignorance And Poverty And Racism, Much Of It Deliberately Inculcated To Control A Vulnerable Electorate. And I Believe Many Of The Politicians In Louisiana Are Among The Most Stomach-churning Examples Of White Trash And Venality I Have Ever Known. To Me, The Fact That Large Numbers Of People Find Them Humorously Picaresque Is Mind Numbing, On A Level With Telling Fond Tales Of One's Rapist.

I Looked At Lucas With The Pang That A Parent Feels When He Knows His Child Will Be Hurt And That It's No One's Fault And That To Try To Preempt The Rites Of Passage Is An Act Of Contempt For The Child's Courage.

If You Don't Compromise Your Gift, If You Write Each Day As Well As You Can, And Then Submit Your Work And Not Worry About It And Go On To The Next Piece, You Suddenly Find Oddly Enough That You're No More Interested In The Applause Than The Silence. You Don't Hear Either One Of Them. You Can Never Listen To The Naysayers. If You Do You Won't Survive.

The Allure Of Montana Is Like A Commitment To A Narcotic; You Can Never Use It Up Or Get Enough Of It. Its Wilderness Areas Probably Resemble The Earth On The First Day Of Creation.