Home, Bed, Sleep, Mother--who Knew More Beautiful

Carmen Prayed Hard. She Prayed While Standing Near The Priest In Hopes It Would Give Her Request Extra Credibility. What She Prayed For Was Nothing. She Prayed That God Would Look On Them And See The Beauty Of Their Existence And Leave Them Alone.

He Realized Now He Was Only Just Beginning To See The Full Extent To Which It Was His Destiny To Follow, To Walk Blindly Into Fates He Could Never Understand. In Fate There Was Reward, In Turning Over One's Heart To God There Was A Magnificence That Lay Beyond Description. At The Moment One Is Sure That All Is Lost, Look At What Is Gained!

We Have Different Kinds Of Intimacy With Many, Many People. I'm Disappointed By Well-written Novels That Only Deal With Two Or Three People.

If You've Had Good Gin On A Hot Day In Southern California With The People You Love, You Forget Nebraska. The Two Things Cannot Coexist. The Stronger, Better Of The Two Wins.

It's Always Better To Have Too Much To Read Than Not Enough.