The enduring is something which must be accounted for. One cannot simply shrug it off.

Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive.

Nobody but a Southerner knows the wrenching rinsing sadness of the cities of the North.

Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.

Jews wait for the Lord, Protestants sing hymns to him, Catholics say mass and eat him.

I like to eat crawfish and drink beer. That's despair?

Bad books always lie. They lie most of all about the human condition.