They Went That-A-Way → Survival is Triumph Enough
“When I first got out of the Marine Corps, I traveled with a circus for about six months, and it had a freakshow. One guy had a deformity in the middle of his forehead that looked just like an eye, so they billed him as Cyclops. And there was a woman with a beard—I don’t mean just fuzz, I mean a black beard. They let me sleep in the back of the trailer, and I remember one morning seeing them alone together. I could cry right now because it was just so sweet. He was kissing her, and she was hugging him, and they were talking about what they were going to have for supper. Now, how is that being a freak? I think it’s a man and a woman doing the best they can with what they got. That, incidentally, is my definition of fiction.” -Harry Crews
“A writer’s job is to get naked, to hide nothing, to look away from nothing, to look at it. To not blink, to not be embarrassed by it or ashamed of it. Strip it down and let’s get to where the blood is, where the bone is.” -Harry Crews
Harry Crews June 7, 1935 – March 28, 2012














