This Desert Town Was Man's Own Miracle

I Was Very Frightened When I Turned Forty. I Suddenly Thought I Ought To Wake Up And Be Speaking With The Voice Of God.

Writing Is Far Too Hard Work To Say What Someone Else Wants Me To. Serving It As A Craft, Using It As A Way Of Growing In My Own Understanding, Seems To Me To Be A Beautiful Way To Live. And If That Product Is Shareable With Other People, So Much The Better.

My Private Measure Of Success Is Daily. If This Were To Be The Last Day Of My Life Would I Be Content With It? To Live In A Harmonious Balance Of Commitments And Pleasures Is What I Strive For.

People Genuinely Happy In Their Choices Seem Less Often Tempted To Force Them On Other People Than Those Who Feel Martyred And Broken By Their Lives.

Coming Out, All The Way Out, Is Offered More And More As The Political Solution To Our Oppression.