Things Are Not What They Seem.

She Devoured Stories With Rapacious Greed, Ranks Of Black Marks On White, Sorting Themselves Into Mountains And Trees, Stars, Moons And Suns, Dragons, Dwarfs, And Forests Containing Wolves, Foxes And The Dark.

I Do Not Want To Be A Relative And Passive Being, Anywhere. I Want To Live And Love And Write.

She Was A Logical Child, As Far As Children Go. She Did Not Understand How Such A Nice, Kind, Good God As The One They Preyed To, Could Condemn The Whole Earth For Sinfulness And Flood It, Or Condemn His Only Son To A Disgusting Death On Behalf Of Everyone. This Death Did Not Seem To Have Done Much Good.

Once You Get Older, People Stop Listening To What You Say. It's Very Agreeable Once You Get Used To It.

Everything Is Surprising, Rightly Seen.