He Felt For A Moment

I'm Only Telling You On The Truth," He Said. "if You Can't Stand The Truth, Don't Ask For It.

I Sit There Thinking About How Much Courage It Takes To Live An Ordinary Life.

I Write About What I Know; And I Write About Things That Are New To Me, And That I Didn't Know Before.

It Was A Silence That Heard Itself, Awful And Beautiful.

The Essence Of Intelligence Was To Know When, Or If, To Expose Even The Heart's Deep Need For Instruction.