He Cried That Night For

The Basis Of Everything, Of All Knowledge, Is The Ability To Read.

The Words People Do Not Speak Are Louder Than The Ones They Do.

You Have Peace," The Old Woman Said, "when You Make It With Yourself.

When I Lacked Even The Self-respect To Keep Myself Alive, She Dabbed My Cuts And I Fell Back Into Being A Son; I Fell As Easily As You Fall Into Your Pillow At Night. And I Didn't Want It To End. That's The Best Way I Can Explain It. I Knew It Was Impossible. But I Didn't Want It To End.

There Was Always A Quest For More Minutes, More Hours, Faster Progress To Accomplish More In Each Day. The Simple Joy Of Living Between Summers Was Gone.