Tweet, tweet, you're alive, you ignorant asshole.

I grew up in Mississippi being told it was a great place, but not feeling that. When I finally began reading seriously, literature showed me something about where I was from which was worthwhile.

For, how else to seize such an instant? How to shout out into the empty air just the right words, and on cue? Frame a moment to last a lifetime?

You're only good if you can do bad and decide not to.

The pace of life feels morally dangerous to me.

Most things don't stay the way they are for very long. I take nothing for granted and try to be ready for the change that's soon to come.

Maturity, as I conceived it, was recognizing what was bad or peculiar in life, admitting it has to stay that way, and going ahead with the best of things.