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I've
recently had poems published in Mennonite
Life and the San
Antonio Express-News. |
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Favorite Quotes:
| "I think of James Clement (in The Love Letters and Certain Women) telling about the making of cider in the winter, when it is put outdoors to freeze. In the center of the frozen apple juce is a tiny core of pure flame that does not freeze. My faith (which I enjoy) is like that tiny flame. Even in the worst of moments it has been there, surrounded by ice, perhaps, but alive." |
| --Madeleine L'Engle, Wintersong: Christmas Readings, p. 16 |
| "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny." |
| --Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. |
| "Macon wondered if even this moment would become, one day, something he looked back upon wistfully. He couldn't imagine it; he couldn't think of any period bleaker than this in all his life, but he'd noticed how time had a way of coloring things." |
| --Anne Tyler, Accidental Tourist, p. 14 |
| "When I was in the second grade, my teacher, Miss Maxwell, read from The Harmony Herald that one in every four children lived in China. I remember looking over the room, guessing which children they might be. I wasn't sure where China was, but suspected it was on bus route three." |
| --Philip Gulley, Home to Harmony, p. 11 |
| "I did not know how to make small talk, and large talk was discouraged." |
| --Madeleine L'Engle, Two-Part Invention, p. 11 |
| "We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes." |
| --Madeleine L'Engle, The Rock That is Higher: Story as Truth, p. 24 |
| "They all looked at me as they passed, not with hostility, but with the kind of curiosity you'd have if you noticed an odd plant had popped up in your garden: you wouldn't yank it out right away. You'd give it a few days to see what developed." |
| --Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams, p. 125 |
| "'When you open a book,' the sentimental library posters said, 'anything can happen.' This was so. A book of fiction was a bomb. It was a land mine you wanted to go off. You wanted it to blow your whole day. Unfortunately, hundreds of thousands of books were duds. They had been rusting out of everyone's way for so long that they no longer worked. There was no way to distinguish the duds from the live mines except to throw yourself at them headlong, one by one." |  |
--Annie Dillard, An American Childhood, p. 83 |
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| "I do not so much write a book as sit up with it, as with a dying friend. During visiting hours, I enter its room with dread and sympathy for its many disorders. I hold its hand and hope it will get better...A work in progress quickly becomes feral. It reverts to a wild state overnight. It is barely domesticated, a mustang on which you one day fastened a halter, but which now you cannot catch. It is a lion you cage in your study. As the work grows, it gets harder to control; it is a lion growing in strength. You must visit it every day and reassert your mastery over it. If you skip a day, you are, quite rightly, afraid to open the door to its room. You enter its room with bravura, holding a chair at the thing and shouting, 'Simba!'" |
| --Annie Dillard, The Writing Life, p. 52 |
| "You see, I don't believe that libraries should be drab places where people sit in silence, and that's been the main reason for our policy of employing wild animals as librarians." |
| --Gorilla Librarian, Monty Python's Flying Circus TV Show, Episode 10 |
| "Thought--to call it by a prouder name than it deserved--had let its line down into the stream. It swayed, minute after minute, hither and thither among the reflections and the weeds, letting the water lift it and sink it, until--you know the little tug--the sudden conglomeration of an idea at the end of one's line: and then the cautious hauling of it in, and the careful laying of it out. Alas, laid on the grass how small, how insignificant this thought of mine looked; the sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water so that it may grow fatter and be one day worth cooking and eating." |
| --Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, p. 5 |
| "An idea is like a stick of wood. About all you can do with a stick is fling it for the dog to chase. With two sticks, however, with two ideas, you can rub them together and create something new: fire." |
| --Sid Fleischman, The Abracadabra Kid: A Writer's Life, p. 156 |
| "It made Hattie feel low and very down in her mind. 'Wish I had me somebody close,' she whispered. 'Maybe a child, or a sister. I'm about as lonesome as a biscuit without some gravy.'" |
| --Virginia Hamilton, "Miz Hattie Gets Some
Company," Her Stories: African American Folktales, Fairy Tales, and True Tales, p. 15 |
| "I light candles to summon the muses and guardian spirits, I place flowers on my desk to intimidate tedium and the complete works of Pablo Neruda beneath the computer with the hope they will inspire me by osmosis--if computers can be infected with a virus, there's no reason they shouldn't be refreshed by a breath of poetry." |
| --Isabel Allende, Paula , p. 280 |
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