This Is A Writer’s Lesson: To Learn

…there Was No More Safety To Be Found In Love Than There Was To Be Found In A Virus.

Grant Us Safe Lodging, And Holy Rest,” Mrs. Grogan Was Saying, “and Peace At Last.” Amen, Thought Wilbur Larch, The Saint Of St. Cloud’s, Who Was Seventy-something, And An Ether Addict, And Who Felt That He’d Come A Long Way And Still Had A Long Way To Go.

I Certainly Think Obama Is The Most Hopeful President I've Seen In The Country Since John Kennedy.

All His Life He Would Hold This Moment As Exemplary Of What Love Was. It Was Not Wanting Anything More, Nor Was It Expecting People To Exceed What They Had Just Accomplished; It Was Simply Feeling So Complete.

Our Memory Is A Monster; You Forget It - It Does Not.