I Was Born And Raised

Evil Would Always Come To Me Disguised In Systems And Dignified By Law.

You Do Not Learn How To Write Novels In A Writing Program. You Learn How By Leading An Interesting Life. Open Yourself Up To All Experience. Let Life Pour Through You The Way Light Pours Through Leaves.

... The Wing Of A Fly Is Proof Enough Of The Existence Of God For Me.

When Mom And Dad Went To War The Only Prisoners They Took Were The Children

Happiness Is An Accident Of Nature, A Beautiful And Flawless Aberration.