In Self-defense And In Defense Of The

You Won't Find The Truth Of Life In Morbidity, Only In Hope.

Whiskers Of The Cat, Webbed Toes On My Swimming Dog; God Is In The Details.

The Recognition Of Pain And Fear In Others Give Rise In Us To Pity, And In Our Pity Is Our Humanity, Our Redemption.

If You Have To Pay The Bills, And You Write Something You're Not Proud Of, Use A Pen-name For That.

Love Was A Sacred Garment, Woven Of A Fabric So Thin That It Could Not Be Seen, Yet So Strong That Even Mighty Death Could Not Tear It, A Garment That Could Not Be Frayed By Use, That Brought Warmth Into What Would Otherwise Be An Intolerable, Cold World- But At Times Love Could Also Be As Heavy As Chain Mail. Bearing The Burden Of Love, On Those Occasions When It Was A Solemn Weight, Made It More Precious When, In Better Times, It Caught The Wind In Sleeves Like Wings, And Lifted You.