The Only Good Enemy Is A Dead

Children Make That Big A Difference To You? He Asked. I Nodded. Yeah, They Do. I Never Figured You As The Maternal Type. I'm Not, But Kids Are People, Edward, Little People Trapped By The Choices The Adults Around Them Make.

It Was Like Noticing The Sun. You Couldn't Help But See It, To Turn To Face The Heat Of It, To Bask In The Glory Of It. But Often When The Sun Is High In The Sky, The Moon Is Up There, Too. A Dim Memory Of What She Will Be In The Night, But There, Nonetheless, Dim And Misty, Hard And White. At Night, There Is Only The Moon, The Sun Is Nowhere To Be Seen. There Are No Distractions When The Moon Rules The Sky.

I Just Love Dealing With People Whose Idea Of Sometimes Is Every Thousand Years,” I Said.

I`m Not A Morning Person.

The Federal Government Has Never Been Known For Its Sense Of Humor.