What I Mean Is, I Love Winter,

I Lost Part Of Myself To Him Then, And A Soaring Sense Of Freedom Revealed That This Must Have Been My Purpose From The First: To Become A Part Of Phineas.

My Father Was In The Coal Business In West Virginia. Both Dad And Mother Were, However, Originally From Massachusetts; New England, To Them, Meant The Place To Go If You Really Wanted An Education.

This Was The Tree, And It Seemed To Me Standing There To Resemble Those Men, The Giants Of Your Childhood, Whom You Encounter Years Later And Find That They Are Not Merely Smaller In Relation To Your Growth, But They Are Absolutely Smaller, Shrunken By Age. In This Double Demotion The Old Giants Have Become Pygmies While You Were Looking The Other Way.

Life Is Fighting. In Life, It's The Look Ahead That Counts. We Are All Born Equally Far From The Sun. There Is A Land Of The Living And A Land Of The Dead And The Bridge Is Love.

Everyone Has A Moment In History Which Belongs Particularly To Him. It Is The Moment When His Emotions Achieve Their Most Powerful Sway Over Him, And Afterward When You Say To This Person "the World Today" Or "life" Or "reality" He Will Assume That You Mean This Moment, Even If It Is Fifty Years Past. The World, Through His Unleashed Emotions, Imprinted Itself Upon Him, And He Carries The Stamp Of That Passing Moment Forever.