Funny, isn't it, how your whole life goes by while you think you're only planning the way you're going to live it?

Wasn't marriage, like life, unstimulating and unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well ordered and protected and guarded. Wasn't it finer, more splendid, more nourishing, when it was, like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and the magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers; of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness and beauty and hurt.

I sometimes wonder ... if the land is not destroying the people who inhabit it as the people who inhabit it are destroying the land. A magic continent, a Peculiar Treasure, stuffed with riches, millions in it are starving in the midst of plenty.

The writer is a writer because he cannot help it. It is a compulsion.

I suppose it is a gift, being young, but it isn't special. We've all got it, early in life.

I like any place that isn't here.

If it's freedom you want, come to Texas. No one there tells you what to do and how you have to do it.