Things Which Don't Shift And Grow Are

Distances And Days Existed In Themselves Then; They All Had A Story. They Were Not Barriers. If A Person Wanted To Get To The Moon, There Is A Way; It All Depended On Whether You Knew The Directions, On Whether You Knew The Story Of How Others Before You Had Gone. He Had Believed In The Stories For A Long Time, Until The Teachers At Indian School Taught Him Not To Believe In That Kind Of "nonsense". But They Had Been Wrong.

Being Alive Was All Right Then: He Had Not Breathed Like That For A Long Time.

Fortunately, Her Year Of Graduate Classes Prepared Her For Obnoxious Conduct.

I Will Tell You Something About Stories . . . They Aren't Just Entertainment. Don't Be Fooled. They Are All We Have, You See, All We Have To Fight Off Illness And Death.

Relationships. That's All There Really Is. There's Your Relationship With The Dust That Just Blew In Your Face, Or With The Person Who Just Kicked You End Over End. ... You Have To Come To Terms, To Some Kind Of Equilibrium, With Those People Around You, Those People Who Care For You, Your Environment.