His claim to his home is deep, but there are too many ghosts. He must absorb without being absorbed.
– Willie Morris
When a writer knows home in his heart, his heart must remain subtly apart from it. He must always be a stranger to the place he loves, and its people.
– Willie Morris
When he understands, as few others do, something of his home that is funny, or sad, or tragic, or cruel, or beautiful, or true, he knows he must do so as a stranger.