Life moves very fast. It rushes us from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.

But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me- why we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again.

On the subject of Egypt, Ellen Cherry was so vague she thought Ramses II was a jazz piano player.

Love makes requests, not demands. When I demand things from my spouse, I become a parent and she the child.

Written By Gary Chapman

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