We All Float Down Here!

The King Is In His Tower, Eating Bread And Honey. The Breakers In The Basement, Making All The Money.

The Good Folks Mostly Win, Courage Usually Triumphs Over Fear, The Family Dog Hardly Ever Contracts Rabies: These Are Things I Knew At Twenty-five, And Things I Still Know Now, At The Age Of 25 X 2. But I Know Something Else As Well: There's A Place In Most Of Us Where The Rain Is Pretty Much Constant, The Shadows Are Always Long, And The Woods Are Full Of Monsters. It Is Good To Have A Voice In Which The Terrors Of Such A Place Can Be Articulated And Its Geography Partially Described, Without Denying The Sunshine And Clarity That Fill So Much Of Our Ordinary Lives. (viii)

Friends Come In And Out Of Our Lives, Like Busboys In A Restaurant.

Pray For Rain All You Like, But Dig A Well As You Do It.

Terror?often Arises From A Pervasive Sense Of Disestablishment; That Things Are In The Unmaking.