What Do You Get Out

The Words Dripped On My Consciousness, Sank Into My Being, And Carried Me Away To The Magic Long Ago Of Once Upon A Time.

To Get Where You Want To Go, You Can't Only Do What You Like.

You Don't Have To Be A Good Person To Be A Good Writer--history Shows It's Better If You're Not--but You Have To Understand Your Badness.

Mom Had The Kind Of Love For Her That You Could Feel, Like It Was Part Of The Atmosphere

To Live With The Conscious Knowledge Of The Shadow Of Uncertainty, With The Knowledge That Disaster Or Tragedy Could Strike At Any Time; To Be Afraid And To Know And Acknowledge Your Fear, And Still To Live Creatively And With Unstinting Love: That Is To Live With Grace.