Nuts Don’t Come In Bunches.

You Have The Feeling That If You Get A Pulitzer, You're Somehow Set For Life.

I've Always Been Sort Of Interested In The Rural Countryside. Things Happen Out There That Are Very Strange To City Dwellers.

As An Individual With My Own Hurts, I Go Into The Garden (gethsemane) As Often As I Need To. There I Identify With The Pain In The Other, With My Part In That Pain, My Part In Tempting Someone To Wound Me. I Experience The Other's Pain, And God's Pain, And Am Devastated - Because Their Pain Becomes My Own. Feeling Such Anguish, I Can Forgive, Or Deeply Repent, Either For Myself Or On Behalf Of The Other.

They Don't Have A Lot Of Crime In The Countryside Other Than Theft. But Every Once In A While, Things Turn Ugly, And When They Turn Ugly, They Turn Very Ugly.

I'm So Horny The Crack Of Dawn Isn't Safe.