The short story packs a self in a few pages predicating a lifetime
A man has to construct, invent, his freedom.
Overnight business could go down enough to hurt; yet as a rule it slowly recovered-sometimes it seemed to take forever-went up, not high enough to be really up, only not down.
A writer has to surprise himself to be worth reading.
If you don't hear His voice so let Him hear yours. When prayers go up blessings descend.
Tomorrow the world is not the same as today, though God listens with the same ear.