Like Species, Couples Die Out Or Evolve.

Grandmother Hannah Comes To Me At Pesach And When I Am Lighting The Sabbath Candles. The Sweet Wine In The Cup Has Her Breath.... A Little Winter No Spring Can Melt.

Where I Came From, The Nights I Had Wandered And Survived Scared Them, And Where I Would Go They Never Imagined.

It's Really Important To Visit A Site You Are Writing About. Even If You Know It Well, Even If You Have Lived There, It's Important To Take A Fresh Look In Terms Of Your Characters And Your Story.

The Work Of The World Is Common As Mud. Botched, It Smears The Hands, Crumbles To Dust. But The Thing Worth Doing Well Done Has A Shape That Satisfies, Clean And Evident.

The Body Is Simple As A Turtle / And Straight As A Dog: / The Body Cannot Lie.