Most of us live our lives like toads, sitting perfectly still, under a plantain leaf. We are waiting for a fly to come our way. When it comes out darts the tongue. We nab it.That is all. We eat it.

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.

She is always pretending she loves me, but look at her now. Am I in her thoughts? Is there a tender look in her eyes? Is she dreaming of me as she walks along the streets?

Language imparts identity, meaning, and perspective to our human condition. Writers are either polluters or part of the cleanup.

Will looking after her, sighed.not for her, he said under his breath, though there was no one to hear him, for me.... And he leaned his head against the cold iron gate.

Hath any wounded thee with injuries? Meet them with patience. Hasty words rankle the wound; soft language dresses it.

Being a good neighbor is an art which makes life richer.

One act of violence takes four generations to heal.

Bond reflected that good Americans were fine people and that most of them seemed to come from Texas.

In the mind, there are no limits...

Nature is what you see plus what you think about it.

Class is material consumed.

... it's been a perpetual discovery, my life. A miracle.