It eases my soul that I share a house with [Cassandra King] a novelist of such rare and distinctive gifts.

Saints make wonderful grandfathers and lousy husbands.

Moonrise is a fabulous novel and my damn wife wrote it and that’s me up there near Highlands shouting it out to the hills.

A portion of guilt is standard issue for southern boys; our whole lives are convoluted, egregious apologies to our mothers because our fathers have made us such flawed husbands.

Each divorce is the death of a small civilization.