my childhood grew thin and flat, paperlike. It was tired and threadbare, and in low moments it didn't look like it would last until I was grown up.

Memory, that library of the soul from which I will draw knowledge and experience for the rest of my life.

Down in the bottom of my childhood my father stands laughing.

Childhood is long and narrow like a coffin, and you can't get out of it on your own.

I fear / the place I have / in the memory of others. / They remind me of things / I myself have forgot.

my poems covered the bare places in my childhood like the fine, new skin under a scab that hasn't yet fallen off completely.

We struggle in life because our inner monologue prays....my will be done.

I want to be with YOU!"Bex to Tea

Saying of the ProphetPracticeWho are the learned? Those who put into practice what they know.

How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?

That's the beauty of argument, if you argue correctly, you're never wrong.

Being a mother is probably the hardest job in the world. I feel like, in a lot of ways, children come into the world to teach us.

Life loves the person who dares to live it.

The French people have chosen change. This change I will put into place.

Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the chrystal streamlets plays; Come let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy.

Let's hold insurance companies accountable the right way by making them put their whole customer base on the line.