What A Bog And Labyrinth

I Lost My Second Marriage Because Of Drinking, And I Loved The Woman Very Much. But I Thought I Needed Booze To Write. I'm Glad I Was Disabused.

Literature Is The History Of The Soul.

I Don't Write Under The Ghost Of Faulkner. I Live In The Same Town And Find His Life And Work Inspiring, But That's It. I Have A Motorcycle And Tool Along The Country Lanes. I Travel At My Own Speed.

I Thought I Was Writing For A Fairly Hip, Intelligent Crowd; I Just Thought There Were More Of Them Out There. But They're Not. They're Not Out There Waiting. They're Not Gonna Use Their Intelligence On Your Book.

The Deep South Might Be Wretched, But It Can Howl.