The Deep South Might Be Wretched, But

The First Two Drinks Were Always Wonderfully Liberating. You Think Better. You're Braver, And You'll Say Anything. If You Could Just Hang In There With Two Or Three, It'd Be Beautiful. The Trouble Was I Couldn't.

A Writers Job Is To Destroy And Then To Build The Thing Back Up Again By A Chosen Means.

You've Got To Lie To Stay Halfway Interested In Yourself.

There Was No One, When I Was In School, Who Talked About Going In And Blowing Up Students. The Teachers Were Very Stern And Hateable, But Nobody Ever Mentioned Murder.

I Never Pulled A Loaded Pistol On Anybody, But It Got Around That I Did. It Got Turned Into Lore. It's A Myth. There's So Much Bad Gun Stuff.