As I Lay Dying

by William Faulkner

Water should never be drunk from metal.

I dont know what I am. I dont know if I am or not.

My aloneness had been violated and then made whole again by the violation:

all that night I wrestled with Satan, and I emerged victorious.

Sometimes I think it aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It’s like it aint so much what a fellow does, but it’s the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.