My Soul Grazes Like A Lamb On

But Even Her Demons She Invested With Inordinate Beauty, Consecrated Them With The Dignity Of Her Attention.

The Only Word For Goodness Is Goodness, And It Is Not Enough.

Comely Was The Town By The Curving River That They Dismantled In A Year's Time. Beautiful Was Colleton In Her Last Spring As She Flung Azaleas Like A Girl Throwing Rice At A Desperate Wedding. In Dazzling Profusion, Colleton Ripened In A Gauze Of Sweet Gardens And The Town Ached Beneath A Canopy Of Promissory Fragrance.

The Most Powerful Words In English Are 'tell Me A Story,' Words That Are Intimately Related To The Complexity Of History, The Origins Of Language, The Continuity Of The Species, The Taproot Of Our Humanity, Our Singularity, And Art Itself. I Was Born Into The Century In Which Novels Lost Their Stories, Poems Their Rhymes, Paintings Their Form, And Music Its Beauty, But That Does Not Mean I Had To Like That Trend Or Go Along With It. I Fight Against These Movements With Every Book I Write.

The Children Of Warriors In Our Country Learn The Grace And Caution That Come From A Permanent Sense Of Estrangement.