... There Are Four Women In Every

I Wish I Knew How To Quit You.

For If Jack Buggit Could Escape From The Pickle Jar, If A Bird With A Broken Neck Could Fly Away, What Else Might Be Possible? Water May Be Older Than Light, Diamonds Crack In Hot Goat's Blood, Mountaintops Give Off Cold Fire, Forests Appear In Mid-ocean, It May Happen That A Crab Is Caught With The Shadow Of A Hand On Its Back, And That The Wind Be Imprisoned In A Bit Of Knotted String. And It May Be That Love Sometimes Occurs Without Pain Or Misery.

It Is My Feeling That A Story Is Not Finished Until It Is Read, And That The Reader Finishes It Through His Or Her Life Experience, Prejudices, Worldview And Thoughts.

No Wonder, He Thought, That The Panhandle People Were A Godly Lot, For They Lived In Sudden, Violent Atmospheres. Weather Kept Them Humble.

We're All Strange Inside. We Learn How To Disguise Our Differences As We Grow Up.