. . .in August in Mississippi there’s a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly there’s a foretaste of fall, it’s cool, there’s a lambence, a soft, a luminous quality to the light, as though it came not from just today but from back in the old classic times. It might have fauns and satyrs and the gods and---from Greece, from Olympus in it somewhere. It lasts just for a day or two, then it’s gone. . .the title reminded me of that time, of a luminosity older than our Christian civilization.

Gettysburg. . . . You cant understand it. You would have to be born there.

An artist is completely amoral in that he will rob, beg, borrow, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.

...and you don't even have to sleep alone, you don't even have to sleep at all; and so, all you have to do is show the stick to the dog now and then and say, 'Thank God for nothing.'

And when I think about that, I think that if nothing but being married will help a man, he's durn nigh hopeless.

Read, read read. Read everything.

Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.