Worrying is one of my few forms of prayer.
The woman was sane; she accepted the heavy penalties of reality and enjoyed its gifts also.
I have found this to be true, that one sin begets a dozen others.
At least being nuts is being somewhere.
Don't cut bangs with a hatchet. Don't do brain surgery with a pickax.
"I'm sorry I'm young," Deborah answered with a bitterness that was half prose. "We have a right to be as crazy as anyone else"