employers sense in me a denial of their values...they fear me. i suspect that they can see that i am forced to function in a century which i loathe.

When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.

I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality.

The heart is important at any age, I'm afraid.

Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me.

The only excursion of my life outside of New Orleans took me through the vortex to the whirlpool of despair: Baton Rouge. . . . New Orleans is, on the other hand, a comfortable metropolis which has a certain apathy and stagnation which I find inoffensive.

When Fortuna spins you downward, go out to a movie and get more out of life.