Teachers Have Almost Stopped Reading Aloud To

Lord, Let Me Heed The Angels You Put In My Path.

What I Really Want To Do Is To Write A Hilarious Farce.

Nothing Smelled So Good Or Danced So Well As A Birch Fire.

A Friend Of Mine Who Writes History Books Said To Me That He Thought That The Two Creatures Most To Be Pitied Were The Spider And The Novelist - Their Lives Hanging By A Thread Spun Out Of Their Own Guts. But In Some Ways I Think Writers Of Fiction Are The Creatures Most To Be Envied, Because Who Else Besides The Spider Is Allowed To Take That Fragile Thread And Weave It Into A Pattern? What A Gift Of Grace To Be Able To Take The Chaos From Within And From It To Create Some Semblance Of Order.

Some Folks Are Natural Born Kickers. They Can Always Find A Way To Turn Disaster Into Butter.