He Had A Thousand-year-old Stare.

The Story Comes Around, Pushing At Our Brains, And Soon We Are Trying To Ravel Back To The Beginning, Trying To Put Families Into Order And Make Sense Of Things. But We Start With One Person, And Soon Another And Another Follows, And Still Another, Until We Are Lost In The Connections.

We Started Dying Before The Snow, And Like The Snow, We Continued To Fall.

What Happens When You Let An Unsatisfactory Present Go On Long Enough? It Becomes Your Entire History.

When Women Age Into Their Power, No Wind Can Upset Them, No Hand Turn Aside Their Knowledge, No Fact Can Deflect Their Point Of View.

Right And Wrong Were Shades Of Meaning, Not Sides Of A Coin.