I Don't Mean That Creative People Are

Battles That Last Five Minutes Spawn Legends That Live A Thousand Years.

Time Slowed And Reality Bent; On And On The Eggman Went.

I Never Have A Thematic Intention At The Outset.

Time Was A Face On The Water, And Like The Great River Before Them, It Did Nothing But Flow.

The First Thing Was To Get Down To Addie Richardson's Henhouse, And That Was A Goodish Way, Four Or Five Miles. She Found Herself Wondering If The Lord Was Going To Send Her An Eagle To Fly Her Those Four Miles, Or Send Elijah In His Fiery Chariot To Give Her A Lift. Blasphemy," She Told Herself Complacently. "the Lord Provides Strength, Not Taxicabs.