In Those Days, There Was No Money

Poor Faulkner. Does He Really Think Big Emotions Come From Big Words?

You Read What You Have Written And, As You Always Stop When You Know What Is Going To Happen Next, You Go On From There. You Write Until You Come To A Place Where You Still Have Your Juice And Know What Will Happen Next And You Stop And Try To Live Through Until The Next Day When You Hit It Again.

Any Man Who Eats Dessert Is Not Drinking Enough.

Why Did They Make Birds So Delicate And Fine As Those Sea Swallows When The Ocean Can Be So Cruel?

You Are So Brave And Quiet I Forget You Are Suffering.