One Didn't Stop To Talk With Creatures

Lazy Poets Try To Elicit A Reader's Response With Words Designed To Tug At The Heart.

You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

Men Made Wagers With Their Judgment, Their Allegiances, Their Resources.

There Are Kinds Of Action, For Good Or Ill, That Lie So Far Outside The Boundaries Of Normal Behavior That They Force Us, In Acknowledging That They Have Occurred, To Restructure Our Own Understanding Of Reality. We Have To Make Room For Them.

When I'm All Grown Up, Come What May, I'll Build A Boat To Carry Me Away