Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history.

Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web pulling mate to mate and predator to prey, a beginning or an end. Every choice is a world made new for the chosen.

When you're given a brilliant child you polish her and let her shine. Pigs in Heaven

she's never forgotten, either, how a mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace

Morning always comes.

It's what you do that makes your soul.

Forgive me, O Heavenly Father, according to the multitude of Thy mercies. I have lusted in my heart to break a man's skull and scatter the stench of his brains across several people's back yards.