I Could Bear The Memory, But I

I've Always Believed That Dreams Were Both The Love Letters And The Hate Mail Of The Subconscious.

There Is No Teacher More Discriminating Or Transforming Than Loss.

Man Wonders But God Decides When To Kill The Prince Of Tides.

I Prayed Hard And Only Gradually Became Aware That This Fierce Praying Was A Way Of Finding Prologue And Entrance Into My Own Writing. This Came As Both Astonishment And Relief. When I Thought God Had Abandoned Me, I Discovered That He Had Simply Given Me A Different Voice To Praise The Inexhaustible Beauty Of The Made World.

(you) Don't Leave The Chicken To Watch The Feed.