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Eating Is Our Earliest Metaphor, Preceding Our Consciousness Of Gender Difference, Race, Nationality, And Language. We Eat Before We Talk.

There's Nothing Like A Shovel Full Of Dirt To Encourage Literacy.

The Only Way You Can Write The Truth Is To Assume That What You Set Down Will Never Be Read.

I’m Not Sure Which Is Worse: Intense Feeling, Or The Absence Of It.

And Yet It Disturbs Me To Learn I Have Hurt Someone Unintentionally. I Want All My Hurts To Be Intentional.