I Think We All Get Too Caught

I Think Every Creative Impulse That A Working Writer, Or Artist Of Any Sort Has, Comes Out Of That Dark Old Country Where Dreams Come From.

Laughter Nibbled At My Lips Like Tiny Fish In Warm Water.

A Real Friendship Is A Light Thing. A Real Friend Holds You Loosely.

I Have A Theory That Southern Madhouses Are Full Of Gifted Women Who Were Stifled.

I Think We All Get Too Caught Up In Doing Instead Of Just Being Sometimes.