One Of The Hardest Things For Me,

You Should First Follow The Plow If You Want To Dance The Harvest Jig.

Trusting Someone Was Like Holding A Little Water In Your Cupped Hands - It Was So Easy To Spill The Water, And You Could Never Get It Back.

She Wanted To Say 'i Love You Like A Thunderstorm, Like A Lion, Like A Helpless Rage'.

To Someone Standing In The Nave, Looking Down The Length Of The Church Toward The East, The Round Window Would Seem Like A Huge Sun Exploding Into Innumerable Shards Of Gorgeous Color.

The Boundary Between Philosophy And Fiction Is Not As Clear Cut As You May Think And The Two Definitely Interact.