I Hoard Books. They Are People Who

Unless I Can Shake Myself Free Of My Dog, My Flag, Of My Desk, My Mind, I Find Life A Bit Of A Drag. Not Always, Mind You. Usually I'm Like My Frying Pan Useful, Graceful, Sturdy And With No Caper, No Plan.

...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own Skin And Dug Into Her Soul And Found It Full.

Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill. You Are So Gracefully Insane.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

I Try To Take Care And Be Gentle To Them. Words And Eggs Must Be Handled With Care. Once Broken They Are Impossible Things To Repair.