In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers

In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers

You must try to forget all you have learned,” said the old man. “You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.

The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees.

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.

If people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me.

All good New Orleanians go to look at the Mississippi at least once a day. At night it is like creeping into a dark bedroom to look at a sleeping child--something of that sort--gives you the same warm nice feeling, I mean.