My parents had this relationship that was really terrifying. I mean, the level of hatred that they had, and the level of physical abuse - my mother would beat up my father, basically - and I think I was drawn to images on television that were bright and reflective.

When my babe was born, they said it was premature. It weighed only four pounds; but God let it live.

Wanna hold your hands so tight

Wanna look at your eyes without telling a single word being Quite

there's a lot of people to talk but I wanna talk to you ?the whole night

Fiction doesn’t tell us something we don’t know, it tells us something we know but don’t know that we know.

Written By Walker Percy

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