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Losing A Parent Is Something Like Driving Through A Plate-glass Window. You Didn't Know It Was There Until It Shattered, And Then For Years To Come You're Picking Up The Pieces -- Down To The Last Glassy Splinter.

...there Is No Old Age Of The Soul.

You Never Have To Change Anything You Got Up In The Middle Of The Night To Write.

Human Character Is Smaller Now, People Don't Have Durable Passions; They've Replaced Passions With Excitement.

I Would Like To Explain That I Consider Prayer Above All An Act Of Gratitude For Existence.