Act out being alive, like a play. And after a while, a long while, it will be true.

The clouds appeared and went away, and in a while they did not try anymore.

A Texan outside of Texas is a foreigner.

It was too nerve-wracking, a shocking spectacle, like seeing an old, calm friend go insane.

I write because I like to write. I find joy in the texture and tone and rhythm of words. It is a satisfaction like that which follows good and shared love.

A town is a thing like a colonial animal. A town has a nervous system and a head and shoulders and feet. A town is a thing separate from all other towns alike. And a town has a whole emotion. How news travels through a town is a mystery not easily to be solved. News seems to move faster than small boys can scramble and dart to tell it, faster than women can call it over the fences.

And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.