You Small Mortals Don't Realize The Power

I Had Been Eagerly Waiting Just Such A Disaster. Storms, Wolves, Snakebite, Floods-these Are The Occasions To Find Out How Your Father Sees You, How Strong And Necessary He Thinks You Are.

Pain Collected Into Deep Pockets And I Was Aware Of This Painbut Somehow I Could Not Seem To Feel It. It Was Like A Body-deafness.

I Think That's The Real Horror Story For Me, How Little You Can Ever Really Know About Your Own Motivations. How In The Dark We All Are About The Concerns And The Contents Of Our Minds.

I Do Think That I Have A More Flexible View Of The Interactions Between People, And Between Human And Non-human Protagonists, Humans And Their Landscapes.

Heaven, Kiwi Thought, Would Be The Reading Room Of A Great Library. But It Would Be Private. Cozy. You Wouldn't Have To Worry About Some Squeaky-shoed Librarian Turning The Lights Off On You Or Gauging Your Literacy By Reading The Names On Your Book Spines, And There Wouldn't Be A Single Other Patron. The Whole Place Would Hum With A Library's Peace, Filtering Softly Over You Like White Bars Of Light.