“ His claim to his home is deep, but there are too many ghosts. He must absorb without being absorbed. Willie Morris
“ And it was to this city, whenever I went home, that I always knew I must return, for it was mistress of one's wildest hopes, protector of one's deepest privacies. It was half insane with its noise, vi… Willie Morris
“ They had buried him under our elm tree, they said -- yet this was not totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart. Willie Morris
