A Lot Of Time You Write Out

He'd Gone To Church For Forty Years And Was Only Getting Worse. It Seemed Like This Should Tell God Something.

I Felt A Trembling Along My Skin, A Treaveling Current That Moved Up My Spine, Down My Arms, Pulsing Out From My Fingertips. I Was Practically Radiating. The Body Knows Things A Long Time Before The Mind Catches Up To Them. I Was Wondering What My Body Knew That I Didn't.

The Only Wrong Thing, Perhaps, Is Permanently Hesitating On The Verge Of Courage.

There Is Nothing Perfect...only Life.

You Have To Know When To Prod And When To Be Quiet, When To Let Things Take Their Course.