Looking down the road that runs along the bluff, I spy a solitary figure in the rain. The Turning Angel.
Man is the universe becoming conscious of itself.
Man plans, God laughs,
Psychiatric evaluation. Roberts glanced at Jack Moran. If you will agree to
Searching, revealing nothing. A few heads in the audience turn to me, wondering who could possibly have upset the equilibrium of the
Their belligerence in public places, their rudeness…there’s almost a pride in ignorance here. Black employees refuse to wait on white customers in stores. They treat incompetence as though it’s some k...
Men of integrity and courage are rare these days.
People say time be like a river. That’s bullshit. You can swim upstream and downstream in a river. Can you do that with time? Hell, no. Time ain’t no river. Time is a big fucking razor blade scraping...
When we reach the intersection with Homochitto Street, I turn right, into town, and soon we’re passing Dunleith, the antebellum mansion that I always say makes Tara from Gone with the Wind look like a...
The evil prosper, and the innocent pay the bills for them.
Into another identity. And I
My clearest memory of Ferriday is driving over to sit in the decaying old Arcade theater in 1978, because unlike Natchez’s conservative theaters, the Arcade was showing Michael Cimino’s The Deer Hunte...
My favorite book is The Mysterious Island. I order my books from a flimsy catalog the teacher hands out to every student in the class. Emil and the Detectives. White Fang. Like that. Money is tight fo...
Nothing frightens me more than the faith in my daughter’s eyes. How many men deserve that kind of trust? One by one, the mentors I’ve most admired eventually revealed chinks in their armor, cracks in...
Nothing was what you thought it was, because no one was who they pretended to be.
When you start talking to yourself in a graveyard, it’s time to go home.
County rescue boat to recover the corpse. Normally, I would
You never wear red to no funeral; red says the dead person was a fool.
The naïveté of human beings is truly breathtaking
William Faulkner ever said wasn’t written in one of his novels, but spoken during an interview in Paris: The past is never dead; it’s not even past.
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