This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward.
William FaulknerEveryone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing.
William FaulknerโฆI 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.
William Faulkner