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Words Are Humanity's Greatest Natural Resource, But Most Of Us Have Trouble Figuring Out How To Put Them Together. Words Aren't Cheap. They Are Very Precious.

I Think, She Began Quietly, I Think We Want... Not Just Bread For Our Bellies. We Want More Than Only Bread. We Want Food For Our Hearts, Our Souls. We Want- How To Say It? We Want, You Know- Puccini Music.... We Want For Our Beautiful Children Some Beauty. She Leaned Over And Kissed The Curl On Her Finger. We Want Roses.

I Am Called To Listen To The Sound Of My Own Heart -- To Write The Story Within Myself That Demands To Be Told At That Particular Point In My Life. And If I Do This Faithfully, Clothing That Idea In The Flesh Of Human Experience And Setting It In A True Place, The Sound From My Heart Will Resound In The Reader's Heart.

February Is Just Plain Malicious. It Knows Your Defenses Are Down.

What We Need To Wake People Up To Now Is The Crisis In Imagination And Concern For The Greater Good. We Have No Idea What The Next Ten Years, Much Less The Next Fifty Years, Will Demand Of The Coming Generation. What We Do Know Is That Unless We Have A People Prepared And Eager To Meet Those Crises Creatively And Compassionately, There Is Not Much Hope For This Poor Old Planet Of Ours.