Poverty made me feel weak, as if I were coming down with an awful, debilitating, communicable disease - the disease of being without money. Instead of going to the hospital, you went to the poor farm. The difference was, you never got well at the poor farm.
Faith SullivanI know this much: if you gotta write, honey, you gotta write. Some call it a disease, some a madness. Ah, but I call it love.
Faith Sullivan