The Pulitzer Is More Useful

No One Escapes The Wilderness On The Way To The Promised Land.

I Think That The Dying Pray At The Last Not Please But Thank You, As A Guest Thanks His Host At The Door. Falling From Airplanes The People Are Crying Thank You, Thank You, All Down The Air; And The Cold Carriages Draw Up For Them On The Rocks.

The Courage Of Children And Beasts Is A Function Of Innocence.

I Am Sorry I Ran From You. I Am Still Running, Running From That Knowledge, That Eye, That Love From Which There Is No Refuge. For You Meant Only Love, And Love, And I Felt Only Fear, And Pain. So Once In Israel Love Came To Us Incarnate, Stood In The Doorway Between Two Worlds, And We Were All Afraid.

A Writer Looking For Subjects Inquires Not After What He Loves Best, But After What He Alone Loves At All.