Classes? Categories? Was That What We Had

It Is Not Merely The Truth Of Science That Makes It Beautiful, But Its Simplicity.

I Don't Like To Be Described As A Southern Writer. The Danger Is, If You're Described As A Southern Writer, You Might Be Thought Of As Someone Who Writes About A Picturesque Local Scene Like Uncle Tom's Cabin, Gone With The Wind, Something Like That.

What Needs To Be Discharged Is The Intolerable Tenderness Of The Past, The Past Gone And Grieved Over And Never Made Sense Of. Music Ransoms Us From The Past, Declares An Amnesty, Brackets And Sets Aside The Old Puzzles. Sing A New Song. Start A New Life, Get A Girl, Look Into Her Shadowy Eyes, Smile.

Suppose You Ask God For A Miracle And God Says Yes, Very Well. How Do You Live The Rest Of Your Life?

Boredom Is The Self Being Stuffed With Itself.