I Was Giving A Speech One Time,

At Home In The World Is The Story Of A Young Woman, Raised In Some Difficult Circumstances, And How She Survives. It Tells A Story Of Redemption, Not Victimhood.

Nothing Like Being Visible, Publishing One's Work, And Speaking Openly About One's Life, To Disabuse The World Of The Illusion Of One's Perfection And Purity.

If I Told You About All The Stories I Don't Tell, I Would Be Violating The Very Boundaries I Set For Myself.

More Than Any Other Setting - More Than Battlefields Or Boardrooms Or A Spaceship Headed For Intergalactic Travel - I'll Put My Money On The Family To Provide An Endless Source Of Comedy, Tragedy And Intrigue.

You Lay Your Hand Against His Skin And Just Rib His Back. Blow Into His Ear. Press That Baby Up Against Your Own Skin And Walk Outside With Him, Where The Night Air Will Sourround Him, And Moonlight Fall On His Face. Whistle, Maybe. Dance. Hum. Pray. (how To Calm A Crying Baby)