You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.

Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.

Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.

We don't have to think up a title till we get the doggone book written.