Most of life is just a preparation for getting ready to be dead for a very long period of time. - William Faulkner

Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.

people seemed to hold that the one sole end of the entire establishment of public office was to elect one man like Sheriff Hampton big enough or at least with sense and character enough to run the county and then fill the rest of the jobs with cousins and inlaws who had failed to make a living at everything else they ever tried.

No man is himself, he is the sum of his past. There is no such thing really as was because the past is. It is a part of every man, every woman, and every moment.