Tidiness Makes Me Think Of

...most Of The Time, All You Have Is The Moment, And The Imperfect Love Of The People Around You.

Publication Is Not All That It Is Cracked Up To Be. But Writing Is.

Butterflies Were Wind Energy Made Visible.

When He Sees Little Kids Sitting In The Backseat Of Cars, In Those Little Car Seats That Have Steering Wheels, With Grim Expressions Of Concentration On Their Faces, Clearly Convinced That Their Efforts Are Causing The Car To Do Whatever It Is Doing, He Thinks Of Himself And His Relationship With God: God Who Drives Along Silently, Gently Amused, In The Real Driver's Seat.

Learning To Love Back Is The Hardest Part Of Being Alive.