But he knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I shall come out like gold. My foot has held fast to his steps; I have ke...pt his way and have not turned aside. I have not departed from the commandment of his lips; I have treasured in my bosom the words of his mouth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But that beginning was wiped out in fear The day I swung suspended with the grapes,... And was come after like Eurydice And brought down safely from the upper regions; And the life I live now's an extra life I can waste as I please on whom I please.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To watch that world come up like a cold sun, Rewarding others, is my liberty.... Not to prevent it is my will's fulfilment. Willing it, my ailment.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am filling the room with the words from my pen.... Words leak out of it like a miscarriage. I am zinging words out into the air and they come back like squash balls. Yet there is silence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I was in high school I thought a vocation was a particular calling. Here's a voice: "Come, follow me." My idea of a calling n...ow is not: "Come." It's like what I'm doing right now, not what I'm going to be. Life is a calling.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose ...it's an early form of participation in what goes on. Listening children know stories are there. When their elders sit and begin, children are just waiting and hoping for one to come out, like a mouse from its hole.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »