...you Can Hate A Place With All

My Dad Was A Cotton Buyer And Cotton Buyers Always Considered Themselves Superior To The Rest Of The World.

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

When I Get Through Tearing A Lobster Apart, Or One Of Those Tender West Coast Octopuses, I Feel Like I Had A Drink From The Fountain Of Youth.

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.