You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.
A screaming comes across the sky.
Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
this is america, you live in it, you let it happen. let it unfurl.
She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.