We All Want To Be Renewed, Don't

I Hate Those E-books. They Can Not Be The Future... They May Well Be... I Will Be Dead.

Mothers And Children Are Human Beings, And They Will Sometimes Do The Wrong Thing.

A Book Is Really Like A Lover. It Arranges Itself In Your Life In A Way That Is Beautiful. Even As A Kid, My Sister, Who Was The Eldest, Brought Books Home For Me, And I Think I Spent More Time Sniffing And Touching Them Than Reading. I Just Remember The Joy Of The Book, The Beauty Of The Binding. The Smelling Of The Interior. Happy.

Venturing Back Further, Learning Is So Slow. Accomplishment Is So Slow. Experiencing And Evaluating Your Experience Is So Slow.

I Did Not Know How To Paint A Mural. I Did Not Know How To Prepare The Surface. There Was Nobody From The Renaissance Around Who Could Advise Me, And I Did The Best I Could.