It's As If I've Arrived In A

Life Is Accepting What Is And Working From That.

Why Do I Write? The Truth, The Unvarnished Truth, Is That I Haven't A Clue.

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.

You Can't Teach Talent. You Can't Put In What God Left Out - But You Can Teach Confidence.

Self-consciousness Is Really A Form Of Egotism.