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It Is Really Hard To Be Lonely Very Long In A World Of Words. Even If You Don't Have Friends Somewhere, You Still Have Language, And It Will Find You And Wrap Its Little Syllables Around You And Suddenly There Will Be A Story To Live In.

I Love The Solitude Of Reading. I Love The Deep Dive Into Someone Else's Story, The Delicious Ache Of A Last Page.

I Do Think That All Of Us Think In Poems.

I Keep Thinking, We Teach Children To Use Language To Solve Their Disputes. We Teach Them Not To Hit And Fight And Bite. Then Look What Adults Do!

Maybe When Your Mother Died Young, You Became Instantly Old.