Life Is A Goddam Mess...but You Wouldn't

He Had A Habit Of Remarking To Bartenders That He Didn't See Any Sense In Mixing Whiskey With Water Since The Whiskey Was Already Wet.

My Dad Was A Cotton Buyer And Cotton Buyers Always Considered Themselves Superior To The Rest Of The World.

...you Can Hate A Place With All Your Heart And Soul And Still Be Homesick For It.

Also, I Had Not Yet Found Out About Time; I Was Still Under The Illusion That I Had Plenty Of Time - Time For This, Time For That, Time For Everything, Time To Waste.

The Best Talk Is Artless, The Talk Of People Trying To Reassure Or Comfort Themselves, Women In The Sun, Grouped Around Baby Carriages, Talking About Their Weeks In The Hospital Or The Way Meat Has Gone Up, Or Men In Saloons, Talking To Combat The Loneliness Everyone Feels.