I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.

I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.

I actually prefer female voices to listen to, mostly, but among the male singers whose voices I like are Jeff Buckley, Art Garfunkel, that sort of voice. Contemporary crooners rather than rockers.

It's the work that's important, not the individual who does it.

Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.

She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards she held up her hands-as if, in the terror of the upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was beautiful. In her own way.

The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.