Professional Southerners Sicken Me.

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.

A Writers Job Is To Destroy And Then To Build The Thing Back Up Again By A Chosen Means.

Love And Despair Go Hand In Hand.

You Need To See A Bit Of Hell Now And Then. That, And Great Joy.

Children Will Listen To Anything Elders Say To Survive, And If You Grew Up Without An Elder Telling You There Was A God, What Did Your Parents Say To You?