Critics Should Find Meaningful Work.

I Was On The Verge Of Tears, So I Turned And Ran Past The Trailer And Along The Field Road Until I Was Safely Out Of Their Sight. Then I Ducked Into The Cotton And Waited For Friendly Voices. I Sat On The Hot Ground, Surrounded By Stalks Four Feet Tall, And I Cried, Something I Really Hated To Do.

Ten Years From Now I Plan To Be Sitting Here, Looking Out Over My Land. I Hope I'll Be Writing Books, But If Not, I'll Be On My Pond Fishing With My Kids. I Feel Like The Luckiest Guy I Know.

Prisons Are Hate Factories, Pastor, And Society Wants More And More Of Them.

I Don't Even Know What A Serious Literary Critic Is.

Shame Was An Emotion He Had Abandoned Years Earlier. Addicts Know No Shame. You Disgrace Yourself So Many Times You Become Immune To It.