Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.

A gentleman can live through anything.

What a writer's obituary should read - he wrote the books, then he died.

How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls.

…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.

Hemingway shot himself. I don't like a man that takes the short way home.

The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.