The Road To Hell Is Paved With

It Was Considered A Virtue Not To Talk Unnecessarily At Sea.

A Writer Is Like A Gypsy. He Owes No Allegiance To Any Government. If He Is A Good Writer He Will Never Like Any Government He Lives Under. His Hand Should Be Against It And Its Hand Will Always Be Against Him.

There Were Many Words That You Could Not Stand To Hear And Finally Only The Names Of Places Had Dignity. Abstract Words Such As Glory, Honor, Courage, Or Hallow Were Obscene.

Hombre, There Are Bodegas Open All Night Long.

Poor Faulkner. Does He Really Think Big Emotions Come From Big Words?