What Are You, Child, That You Need

A Voice Hissed: "he Sheds Tears!" It Was Taken Around The Ring "usal Gives Moisture To The Dead!" He Felt Fingers Touch His Damp Cheek, Heard The Awed Whispers.

If All Those Around You Believe Some Particular Thing, You Will Soon Be Tempted To Share In That Belief.

Bless The Maker And His Water. Bless The Coming And Going Of Him. May His Passage Cleanse The World. May He Keep The World For His People.

Can You Collect Chaos? Not Collecting, That Is The Ultimate Gathering. What Can You Gather Without Gathering Yourself.

You Don't Write For Success. That Takes Part Of Your Attention Away From The Writing. If You're Really Doing It, That's All You're Doing: Writing.