The Hardest Thing Was Learning To Write.

How Could A Just God Permit Great Misery? The Haitian Peasants Answered With A Proverb: "bondye Konn Bay, Men Li Pa Konn Separe," In Literal Translation, "god Gives But Doesn't Share." This Meant... God Gives Us Humans Everything We Need To Flourish, But He's Not The One Who's Supposed To Divvy Up The Loot. That Charge Was Laid Upon Us.

I Want My Prose To Be As Clear As A Pane Of Glass.

I'm Going To A Commune In Vermont And Will Deal With No Unit Of Time Shorter Than A Season.

Things Were Here Before You And Will Be Here After You're Gone. The Geographic Features, Especially, Give You A Sense Of Your Own Place In The World And In Time

In Order To Go On With Our Lives, We Are Always Capable Of Making The Ominous Into The Merely Strange.