justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.

When a person knows and can't make the others understand, what does he do?

The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.

The writer is by nature a dreamer - a conscious dreamer.

Southerners are the more lonely and spiritually estranged, I think, because we have lived so long in an artificial social system that we insisted was natural and right and just - when all along we knew it wasn't.

His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.

For you see, when us people who know run into each other that's an event. It almost never happens. Sometimes we meet each other and neither guesses that the other is one who knows. That's a bad thing. It's happened to me a lot of times. But you see there are so few of us.