“He loves me, he loves me not. How many flowers must I kill before he loves me? ~He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not”

“Haunted by demons of the past, hounded by demons not yet met, the nevermore and evermore left her little peace. ~A Tale of Two Women”

“The house burned in the fire. Her house. Her prison of lies and of denial. Her American dream turned nightmare.~Unbreakable Heart”

“He loves me, he loves me not. How many flowers must I kill before he loves me?” ~He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not”

“The house burned in the fire. Her house. Her prison of lies and of denial. Her American dream turned nightmare.~Unbreakable Heart”

“Another one of your quippy japes?”

“Can't I just say it's magic? - Charlie Blue”

“Understanding the Way of Story as a sacred pattern and a living event. Story can reveal a spiritual path and or the way to healing. Stories become the foundation of health, peacebuilding and vision...”

“Stories nurture our connection to place and to each other. They show us where we have been and where we can go. They remind us of how to be human, how to live alongside the other lives that animate...”

“One afternoon as I just gazed at the topmost branches of those immensely tall trees I began to notice that the uppermost twigs and leaves were lyrical happy dancers glad that they had been apportio...”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”