Sometimes You Got To Hurt

We Looked At Each Other, And I Could See In Those Big Reddened Eyes That He Was Not Going To Scream. He Was Full Of Anger - And Who Could Blame Him? - But He Was No Fool. He Needed Me, And He Wanted Me Here, If Only To Insult Me.

What I Miss Today More Than Anything Else - I Don't Go To Church As Much Anymore - But That Old-time Religion, That Old Singing, That Old Praying Which I Love So Much. That Is The Great Strength Of My Being, Of My Writing.

I Still Don't Even Know If The Sheriff Will Let Me See Him. And Suppose He Did; What Then? What Do I Say To Him? Do I Know What A Man Is? Do I Know How A Man Is Supposed To Die? I'm Still Trying To Find Out How A Man Should Live. Am I Supposed To Tell Someone How To Die Who Has Never Lived?

I Have No More To Say Except This: We Must Live With Our Own Conscience.

"you Going Back," She Said. "you Ain't Going To Run Away From This, Grant."