A Good River Is Nature's Life Work

We Launch Our Souls From The Cannons Of Art And Discipline, And On Any One Night, Hovering Over The Chimney Tops Of Europe, Halfway To The Stars, There Are Armies Of Brightly Spinning Spirits That Have Risen Like Fireworks, Tethered To The Souls Of Those Men And Women Who, By Reflection, Mortification, And Devotion, Effortlessly Outdazzle Kings.

We Should Have Absolute Control Over Our Borders. If We Want Cheap Labor To Depress Wages And Disempower The Unions, Then We Could Have Guest Workers. But We Have To Face That Issue. What Is It That We Want To Do? Rather Than Not Facing It, And Having Porous Borders, And The Effect Is That It Disempowers The Unions.

I Have Been Fighting Over Commas All My Life.

Accident Is As Much A Part Of Fiction As Anything Else, Symbolic Of The Grace That, Along With Will, Conspires To Put Words On The Page.

Words Were All He Knew; They Possessed And Overwhelmed Him, As If They Were A Thousand White Cats With Whom He Shared A One-room Apartment.