Frank

“Just as if you are a closet writer by night”
― William Gay, Time Done Been Won't Be No More

“But when I say he and Dolores were lovers”
― Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms

“He knew by the time he was twelve years old that he was going to be a preacher. Later he saw Jesus move from tree to tree in the back of his mind, a wild ragged figure motioning him to turn around and come off into the dark where he was not sure of his footing, where he might be walking on the water and not know it and then suddenly know it and drown.”
― Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood

“So I imagine a delicate rain is eating its way”
― Larry Levis, Swirl & Vortex: Collected Poems