Craziness Attacks The Softest Eyes And Hamstrings

Her Laughter Was A Shiny Thing, Like Pewter Flung High In The Air.

Evil Would Always Come To Me Disguised In Systems And Dignified By Law.

I Was The Only Person In The World Who Thought It Was A Military Duty To Appear To Be In A Good Mood.

I Was Born And Raised On A Carolina Sea Island And I Carried The Sunshine Of The Low-country, Inked In Dark Gold, On My Back And Shoulders.

Good Writing ... Involves The Agony Of Turning Profoundly Difficult Thoughts Into Lucid Form, Then Forcing Them Into The Tight-fitting Uniform Of Language, Making Them Visible And Clear.