Moonflowers Blossom In The Sand Hills Before

Anybody Can Act Violently - There Is Nothing To It; But Not Every Person Is Able To Destroy His Enemy With Words.

Night. Heavenly Delicious Sweet Night Of The Desert That Calls All Of Us To Love Her. The Night Is Our Comfort With Her Coolness And Darkness. On Wings, On Feet, On Our Bellies, Out We All Come To Glory In The Night.

Writing Cant Change The World Overnight, But Writing May Have An Enormous Effect Over Time, Over The Long Haul.

Distances And Days Existed In Themselves Then; They All Had A Story. They Were Not Barriers. If A Person Wanted To Get To The Moon, There Is A Way; It All Depended On Whether You Knew The Directions, On Whether You Knew The Story Of How Others Before You Had Gone. He Had Believed In The Stories For A Long Time, Until The Teachers At Indian School Taught Him Not To Believe In That Kind Of "nonsense". But They Had Been Wrong.

I Will Tell You Something About Stories . . . They Aren't Just Entertainment. Don't Be Fooled. They Are All We Have, You See, All We Have To Fight Off Illness And Death.