This Is Home And Home Is Not

Momma Kept A Garden, Which Sounds Romantic To People Who Have Never Held A Hoe

You Do Not Hate The Time You Waste; It Evokes A Much More Passive Emotion Than That. You Only Wish You Had It Back, Like A Quarter In An Unlucky Slot Machine.

And Sandy Martindale ... Dated Elvis Before The Rhinestone Jumpsuits And The Drugs, When He Was Sharp And Cool And Jagged, Like Porcelain That Has Been Hurled Against A Wall.

It Wasn't That I Had Gotten It Right . . . But That I Had Gotten True.

But I Hope I Will Never Have A Life That Is Not Surrounded By Books, By Books That Are Bound In Paper And Cloth And Glue, Such Perishable Things For Ideas Have Lasted Thousands Of Years . . . I Hope I Am Always Walled In By The Very Weight And Breadth And Clumsy, Inefficient, Antiquated Bulk Of Them, Hope That I Spend My Last Days On This Earth Arranging And Rearranging Them On Thrones Of Good, Honest Pine, Oak, And Mahogany, Because I Just Like To Look At Their Covers, And Dream Of The Promise Of The Great Stories Inside.