A Woman Who Would Steal Your Love

The First Thing Was To Get Down To Addie Richardson's Henhouse, And That Was A Goodish Way, Four Or Five Miles. She Found Herself Wondering If The Lord Was Going To Send Her An Eagle To Fly Her Those Four Miles, Or Send Elijah In His Fiery Chariot To Give Her A Lift. Blasphemy," She Told Herself Complacently. "the Lord Provides Strength, Not Taxicabs.

The Year She Had Run Fleetly Through The Dewy Grass Under The Moon- The Night Of Wine, When Dreams Condensed Out Of Thin Air Like The Nightmilk Of Fantasy.

It's Actually Against My Religion To Laugh At Men Who Are Toting Guns.

An Idea Is Like A Cold Germ: Sooner Or Later Someone Always Catches It.

...my Basic Belief About The Making Of Stories Is That They Pretty Much Make Themselves.