There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble. In any event it's a thi… - William Faulkner

…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who.

Folks are funny. They can't stick to one way of thinking or doing anything unless they get a new reason for doing it ever so often.

Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long.