When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.
He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as judgement.
You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it.
Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?
Easy writing makes hard reading.
I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.