I didn’t want to dream of you anymore, so I quit sleeping.

I really miss you and I still have that one picture of you, where your eyes had no point of view, but pictures say nothing and this one will stay in my minds room.

I miss you, I miss you at night, I can’t sleep without you anymore, I’m scared. Meet me in heaven.

Rest and be thankful.

I enjoy reading blogs, but am not interested in having my spurious thoughts out there.

No one writes dialect better than Flannery O'Connor. No one should even try.

I've always accepted applause as making me feel worthwhile. I hope I die being applauded. Just put a chaise longue under me and let me go.

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.

Grandma's on the front porch with a Bible in her hand, sometimes I hear her singing take me to the promised land.

I can get very depressed by a review that is unfair, unreasonable, and totally destructive.

One definition of man is an intelligence served by organs.

The animals to whom nature has given the faculty we call cunning know always when to use it, and use it wisely; but when man descends to cunning he blunders and betrays.

People at large are becoming more aware that there is much more to reality and to themselves than what meets the eye.