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She Could Walk Through A Lightning Storm Without Being Touched; Grab A Bolt Of Lightning In The Palm Of Her Hand; Use The Heat Of Lightning To Start The Kindling Going Under Her Medicine Pot. She Turned The Moon Into Salve, The Stars Into Swaddling Cloth, And Healed The Wounds Of Every Creature Walking Up On Two Or Down On Four.

Time Is A Funny Thing. I Was Always Puzzled With The Way A Single Day Could Stretch Itself Out To The Point Of Eternity In Your Mind, All While Years Melted Down Into The Fraction Of A Second.

I Don't Want To Write Without A Sense Of Drama, Without Passion, Or Without Both Eyes Open To The World Around Me.

The Last Time You're Doing Something - Knowing You're Doing It For The Last - Makes It Even More Alive Than The First.

In A Contest Between New Technology And Old Ways Of Life, It Is The Traditional Rhythms That Will Hold. Traditional Societies Make Up More Than Two-thirds Of The World, The Two-thirds That Will Not Be Going Online To "save" Time But Will Remain Wedded To The Knowledge That If The Bus Doesn't Come That Day, It Will Come Someday. After All, There Is Nothing But Time.