My Dad Was A Cotton Buyer And

I Have A Great Deal Of Experience In Justifying Myself To Myself.

Also, I Had Not Yet Found Out About Time; I Was Still Under The Illusion That I Had Plenty Of Time - Time For This, Time For That, Time For Everything, Time To Waste.

Life Is A Goddam Mess...but You Wouldn't Want To Miss It!

The Best Talk Is Artless, The Talk Of People Trying To Reassure Or Comfort Themselves, Women In The Sun, Grouped Around Baby Carriages, Talking About Their Weeks In The Hospital Or The Way Meat Has Gone Up, Or Men In Saloons, Talking To Combat The Loneliness Everyone Feels.

...you Can Hate A Place With All Your Heart And Soul And Still Be Homesick For It.