I Know I Don't Need Him, But

It Is Best Not To Study Too Much On Who Gets What They Deserve. It Can Lead To An Overly Complicated Interpretation Of God's Personal Attributes.

Verbs. All Of Them Tiring.

What I Wanted To Do Was Slap Him Down A Bit With Wit And Words. Grammar And Vocabulary As A Weapon. But What Kind Of World Would It Be If We All Took Every Opportunity Presented To Us To Assault The Weak?

I've Never Been Very Attached To Genre Labels And Never Set Out Intentionally To Write Historic Fiction. Besides, What You Consider Historic Depends On How Far Back Your Memory Extends.

But I Believe The Words Entered Me And Changed Me And Still Work In Me. The Words Eat Me And Sustain Me. And When I'm Dead And In A Box In The Dark Dark Ground, And All My Various Souls Have Died And I Am Nothing But Insensible Bones, Something In The Marrow Will Still Feel Yearning, Desire Persisting Beyond Flesh.