Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.

The Deep South Might Be Wretched, But It Can Howl.

Whoever You Are, Be That Person With All Your Might. Time Goes By Faster Than We Thought. It Is A Thief So Quiet. You Must Let Yourself Be Loved And You Must Love, Parts Of You That Never Loved Must Open And Love. You Must Announce Yourself In All Particulars So You Can Have Yourself.

The Wild Stuff Is All So Overrated. Drinking, You Don't Feel Good All The Time. There's A Lot Of Down, A Lot Of Misery.

Most Novels I Come Across Have All The Excitement Of A Long Trip On A Bus With A Sensitive Glee Club. Yammer And Chat.

Time Is What Makes Good Stories. Much Has Been Cooking For A Long Time, And At Last Finds An Out In Narration One Day. That's A Supreme Joy. And Why The Characters Keep Showing Up.