Professional Southerners Sicken Me.

The Alcohol Had The Code And Mystery About It As A Writer's Drug, But I'm Glad That's Been Debunked. But The Trouble With The Drinking, Much As I Hate To Admit It, Is It Helped The Work.

My Best Stories Come Out Of Nowhere, With No Concern For Form At All.

I Hate To Be Fatalistic About It, But Alcoholism, It's Just In Your Genes. We Had Some Of It In My Family, And It Just Got Me.

I Found Out About Reviews Early On. They're Mostly Written By Sad Men On Bad Afternoons. That's Probably Why I'm Less Angry Than Some Writers, Who Are So Narcissistic They Consider Every Line Of Every Review, Even A Thoughtful One, As Major Treason.

I Wake My Wife Up At 3 A.m. And Say, "listen To This!"