Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are
Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered
Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit
A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream
Relent is not Repent. Relent is … Oh, OK … yeah. I shouldn’t. Repent is … not that.
If mere humans may have things abominable to them, mine is lying. I hate it in nearly all forms: commercial advertising and political propaganda, of
Every few years I realize how wrong I’ve been. People who know me are faster on that, and even temporary acquaintances pick up the signals
Don’t ask me for grace. Not because I don’t want you to have it, for I certainly do. But I can’t give it to you.