I Been Through Living For Years. I

Through Indiscriminate Suffering Men Know Fear, And Fear Is The Most Divine Emotion. It Is The Stones For Altars And The Beginning Of Wisdom.

Magic Is Older Than Writing. So Nobody Knows How It Started.

She Starched And Ironed Her Face, Forming It Into Just What People Wanted To See.

I Do Not Pray. . . . I Do Not Expect God To Single Me Out And Grant Me Advantages Over My Fellow Men. . . . Prayer Seems To Me A Cry Of Weakness, And An Attempt To Avoid, By Trickery, The Rules Of The Game As Laid Down. I Do Not Choose To Admit Weakness. I Accept The Challenge Of Responsibility.

So Janie Waited A Bloom Time, And A Green Time And An Orange Time.