When You Write A Book, You Spend

The Wind Makes You Ache Is Some Place That Is Deeper Than Your Bones. It May Be That It Touches Something Old In The Human Soul, A Chord Of Race Memory That Says Migrate Or Die - Migrate Or Die.

Time's The Thief Of Memory

Death Was No Less A Miracle Than Birth.

Once Again There Was The Desert, And That Only.

There Had Never Been A Shortage Of Fools In The World