The land is so much more than its analysis.

She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family, the strong place that could not be taken. And since old Tom and the children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt or fear, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build laughter out of inadequate materials....She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever deeply wavered or despaired the family would fall.

Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.

To be alive at all is to have scars.

One man was so mad at me that he ended his letter, "Beware. You will never get out of this world alive."

There is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter.

Syntax, my lad. It has been restored to the highest place in the republic.