Professional Southerners Sicken Me.

Where Is The Angry Machine Of All Of Us? Why Is God Such A Blurred Magician? Why Are You Begging For Your Life If You Believe Those Things? Prove To Me That You’re Better Than The Rabbits We Ate Last Night.

Randomness I Love. And I Still Love Just A Holler Right In The Middle Of An Ongoing Narrative. Pain Or Joy, Ecstasy.

I Wake My Wife Up At 3 A.m. And Say, "listen To This!"

Some Writers Are Curiously Unmusical. I Don't Get It. I Don't Get Them. For Me, Music Is Essential. I Always Have Music On When I'm Doing Well. Writing And Music Are Two Different Mediums, But Musical Phrases Can Give You Sentences That You Didn't Think You Ever Had.

When You're Not Involved, Other People's Unhappiness Seems To Be About The Funniest Damn Thing On Earth Because You Think You Can Solve It, That You Are God, That You Are Above This, And That Their Unhappiness Is Just Such Useless Toil And Agony. If It's You, It Ceases To Be A Comedy.